If you think any of this is deep at all, then you aren't fully grasping the shallow-ness of reality itsself. The complexity of yourself boiled down is a lot to handle. To believe in some grand perfect philosophy to answer every question implies an import (in both senses, if you get it you get it), a certain 'asking' by way of being. Philosophy is looking at a game of cards and instead of asking a sensible question like the rules of the game, asking why it is played on cards instead of dice.
In many ways, philosophy and religion resemble schizophrenia, or at least contain many schizophrenic elements. Many foundational ideas come from ancient people who couldn't define a man and were consistently drunk on wine brewed with psychedelic mushrooms and lead powder. Indeed, even they believed in an overcomplicated demonstrably false religion to explain the world around them. They even believed our Omnevelant Lady Eris to be a negative force, hence why the anti-heathenous lunatics were glassed by Anu'Naki Salamander folk from Mars (who were, quite ironically, offended by being named a god of war).
I instead favor for myself the term of Philosophist (when I feel like being verbose) or an Apathetic Jokester (when I'm feeling marginally honest). I would define this viewpoint by analogy to my previous card metaphor; philosophism is saying "to hell with the rules! Look at how you can throw these things!" It must be admitted that the previous viewpoint invented Yahtzee!(R) whereas mine has wrought only lost eyes, but which is more human? How the hell do you think Hammurabi wrote his code??
Religion, philosophy, and to an extent science, are all in the business of inventing questions to be answered. Of course, this is a futile effort and one will invariably end up in an existential spiral of agnst against the religion, philosophy, or school or science which brought them down the rabbit hole of questioning reality. The chief issue, I posit, is the same issue plaguing those who feel they are Targeted Individuals, or who have delusions of people conspiring against them: when your problems are invented, there is no invention to solve them. Life is viewed to these people as a mysterious thing, when in reality, it's as simple as the monk[ey] who experiences it. Mildly complicated, perhaps, but more than comprehensible if you don't ask too many unnecesary questions about it.
Don't think about it too hard or you'll go insane.
I'd try to explain what else I'm going to populate this page with, but it'd be senseless. I've made a lot of things, and all together I might as well say they represent everything, although that'd be a lie. Maybe everything as far as I'm concerned, but I'm concerned that it isnt everthing as far as I'm not concerned.