Doth we liveth in a world that doth hath meaning(eth)?

Do we live in a world that is meaningful and makes sense?

To answer a question like that, you need to first address whether or not meaning is natural, pre-existing, or whether it is created by the individual. Do we find meaning or do we make it for ourselves?

The answer is yes. To both. Natural meaning exists, in that we can find meaning in certain things we do, without necessarily putting it there. Although, at the same time, finding this naturally occuring meaning and incorporating it into our lives, we are then creating meaning in our lives, by making space for it to occupy, allowing it to pervade our everyday regular acts, making our lives more naturally meaningful. In this, we give back to the planetary collection of meaning through what we consider second-hand acts.

So, there's that- finding natural meaning and trying to adopt it into your life creates meaning for yourself. This process likely connects to the movie I <3 Huckabees in that everything is connected under the universal blanket of existence, though perhaps only slightly. While there exists that infinite possibility of finding a natural meaning and then enveloping it, these things are not always connected. People may have to fabricate a meaning for themselves, not relying on any natural influence. Sometimes we may find no meaning flowing naturally, and we derive from ourselves a meaning to either collaborate or compete with someone else's.

Then again, doing that is connecting to other people's meanings, people who find it naturally, and building off of that, as an extension of their natural meaning. So it does all come back around.

So, yes, we do live in a world that is meaningful.

Now, as for anything making sense, that's a different story altogether. For something to be meaningful, it does not necessarily have to make sense as well. I would offer that life quite often doesn't. Think this way; with so many people on earth, and so many of these being people desperate to find their meaning, some purpose in life, meaning runs helter-skelter all across the meaningful plane of existence. So many people searching so many places for their meaning makes the world a very chaotic place for the existentialist; everyone wants to be individual, unique, and they all want a custom tailored meaning. So people often invent a meaning for themselves to fit. My purpose, as I define it, may make very little sense to someone else, who has derived an entirely different meaning to exist.

"Making sense" is an entirely subjective point of view, up to interpretation of the person who examines it all. The world can both make sense and not make sense based on who's eyes it gets seen through. However, knowing this, that the world is chaotic from meaning run amok, that people are desperate for sensical existence, the world makes sense at the same time it doesn't - people all have a common purpose of seeking their existence through the murky nether, making one shining light at the end of a dark, grafitti-ridden tunnel. No, not a tunnel, but rather, a labyrinth. The sensible stream is like a sun over our personal labyrinth, lighting the way through, easing our path to meaning, to validated existence, wherever it awaits us.