Pattern Recognition as the Essence of Philosophy
If you're up to a quite challenging, but extremely fun philosophical book, I suggest you try
Novel Explosives by Jim Gauer. If you want a lighter read,
Ubik by Philip K. Dick is quite fun and leaves you feeling quite disoriented.
What you say is true. We see this "blooming buzzing confusion" in William James' term, as evidenced by an utter bombardment of sense data what with trees, apples, rivers, grass, birds and everything else that happens to be in your field of vision at the moment.
I think this leads to a natural intuition: all this diversity had to come from somewhere and furthermore, they must be related somehow, otherwise how could different things even exist? From this we abstract away things that we think make sense to parse out: the sky is blue like this river, the leaves are green like the grass, the butterfly flies, like a bird.
From these properties, we attempt to establish regularities or patterns that hopefully say something about the world. But, as has been the case in human history, our initial approach to things via intuition frequently misleads us, but serves as a heuristic to further refinement.