One time in a Jazz theory class I remember the teacher saying about a section "just add something really fucked up." It made the piece a lot more interesting.
It's about stopping being overly analytical and letting your intuitions take over. Saying fuck-you to the super-ego.
"Behind your thoughts and feelings, my brother, there stands a mighty ruler, ancunknown sage whose name is self. In your body he dwells; he is your body.There is more reason in your body than in your best wisdom"