You wonder if things are going to work out, and then they do. They work out to some unknown logic or map or maybe not. Things happen.
You sometimes think there must be some unseen hand, but then again maybe no hand is needed. What's in our noggin comes up against what's in the world. And what "works out" is the result.
It's sort of the "mashed potato" theory of existence. There's the potato. Then there's the masher of a certain reality. Result: mashed potatoes!