The world is not there. There are atoms formed into small, medium-sized, and large objects (particles, sideboards, and planets), and these interact in accordance with the laws of physics. But that's it.
The world is the story of what it all means. Have you noticed that no one remotely agrees? What are the chances that you or I are right? Out of eight billion? And if we are, we're the proverbial broken clock that shows the right time once every twelve hours. It's not out of exceptional ability.
Someone the other day tried to temper his worry by saying, but I don't have all the facts. Buddy, you don't have any of the facts. What are each of the eight billion people on the planet going to be doing on 17 May next year? None of us has any idea. We don't have any of the facts.
The objects are Lego bricks. We construct what we want.
How? Internal psychological narrative; that's all. The story of what is going on outside simply reflects the story of what is going on inside. The desires, whether they are related to sex, romance, love, ambition, security, image, whatever, are also part of the fantasy. We don't want those things. We only want what we can make them mean as part of our story.
'If this aspect of the made-up story were different in this made-up way, I would enjoy the story more.'
The system is wholly insane, spiritually. It can't be fixed with reason or rationalisation.
What's the solution? Boring answer: working with others. The Steps are there only to enable me to work with others. When I see their spiritual insanity, and their complete failure to recognise their insanity, I realise the tenacity of my own, and then I understand.