The so-called real world is infinitely chaotic. Yet we are driven by a never-ending struggle to try and discover some facsimile of structure. No matter how fleeting and nebulous it first appears, and then it disappears in a blink of the eye.
There it is over there. No I guess not, where did it go? Over there again ...
Rather than accept the chaotic nature that surrounds us, there is some inner instinct that refuses to let us be consumed by it. Stay alive or end up dying.
It's that will to survive which all living things share that drives us on and on and on. We the many human beings that wander aimlessly across the earth are lucky because we are conscious of this dichotomy.
Try and understand things. Things that were never intended to be understood in the first place. Get confused for a second and then understand them again.
We can understand or at least we can think that we understand, which seem different but are exactly the same thing.