From the mundane, ariseth profundity. Or profanity, depending on how you look at it.
Weirdness begets more weirdness.
And from the seeds of spectactular lameness emergeth rapturous joy. Or something like it.
Do not discount theories. Anything may be true, nothing may be true. It is all we have. Theories. And books on neural networks.
Breathe. Feel. Think. Live.
And above all...