A Starkly Austere Alienesque Reality

How can a starkly austere alienesque reality as painted by physics -- a realm totally devoid of any intentions, purposes, teleology, as well as devoid of all colours, sounds, odours -- how can such a reality where everything that ever happens is due to blind directionless material causation, possibly conjure up minds that are replete with all the forgoing?

In this deeply weird conception of reality, the mind is an anomalous tenant. The mind-body problem is all about the forlorn endeavour to make the mind non-anomalous, to make it the same as the rest of this deeply alien reality.