There is no theory of this, it just has its ways of acting and responding, of gathering and hatching seeds, of blossoming and withering, dying and fertilising itself, drawing all kinds of matter in and then pushing it out again in kaleidoscopic forms. It needs no theory to do this but it spins theories along with everything else, theories of mind, for example, and somehow they assume tremendous importance - at times they seem the only thing, so eager is it to justify itself, as if there was someone else to hear, as if there was an 'out there' for another mind to inhabit, with justice and compassion, with the power to justify and to condemn - although they aren't really about anything, except perhaps other theories, and as such no different from any other threads weaving, tangling and tearing, through this always extraordinary process. That's why you keep fading up, speaking, having something to say, an outcome, a personage, a dilemma, a curve ball and a dire straight, an underlying and an understanding and a passing understanding, a snapshot that blinks and fades in the sun.