Why did it not work

Things are supposed to be consistent. The show falls from the sky, the sun rises and sets, animals hunt, rivers rush, and leaves fall. Things are supposed to be they way that they are, do what they do. So why didn’t my healing work? Why didn’t I work? Is being a thinking creature really to be inconsistent and unpredictable, if so then what is the point. Nature is order, even at its most destructive moments it always follows its laws. If that is so then fleshlings and their gods must be chaos itself, so then why as a being of nature must I endure the same chaos? What is the point of doing anything if there is a chance that through chance it will fail?