making no sense

It seems intuitive to think that our minds take the random happenings of life and organize them into something understandable....this being what makes us somehow more than mere animals. But I remember reading Sartre back in college days, and he seemed to be saying that our minds in fact take the unleavened sludge of that which is given and spark it with the randomness of our wit and imagination to create the lives we live. Order first, variation second, not the other way around. Thus existence before essence does not mean that the particular comes before the general in time, but that individual beings have more reality than does the wider category they spring from. Plato had things backwards. Our present day cosmologists tell us that everything has become more various over time, if we view time as linear. But time isn't really linear. And space doesn't really have just three dimensions; it's all more complicated than that. To reconcile quantum theory with general relativity, they have come up with the ten or twelve dimensions of multiverse theory, under which model time sort of just sloshes around in a sort of trans-cosmic tidepool, instead of flowing like a river. There is no start or finish to the whole thing.....it doesn't all start in darkness and lead to light, and it doesn't start in light and lead to darkness either....there is no progress really, and no destruction.....the whole mess is just a twisted and muddled purgatory.....from what I've seen of life, that actually makes the most sense to me.