Most things on this earth are more complicated than they appear.  For instance, see that shirt in your closet?  The blue camisole with the hideous bow on it?  Take a look at the tag: made in China or Indonesia or the like, right?  That shirt has probably been to more places than you have and been handled by more people than you can imagine.  That shirt had to be manufactured, packaged, shipped, unpacked, repacked (a process known, inventively enough, as pick and pack), shipped again, placed on a shelf, and then finally bought by you, yourself, with no indication of the long and tortuous journey it had to undergo to reach your grasping hands.  

First, manufacturing.  The shirt probably has some synthetic material in it, which means part of it began in an oil field and the other part (the natural part, if there is a natural part) began in a regular field somewhere, with the former likely located in the Middle East and the latter probably in the United States, India, China, or any one of a dozen nations in Africa.  It was almost invariably spun into fabric and then sewn into a shirt somewhere in Asia (home of the largest textile industries in the world).

Second, transport.  The shirt was put in a box and shipped to a warehouse somewhere fairly near the manufacturing area before being sorted out and shipped again to another warehouse on your home continent.  Then it was picked out of another pile of boxes and packed again for shipment to your local store, who ordered it to refill their inventories.  Then someone put it on the shelf and arranged it just so to catch your eye, and you saw it, decided you must have it, and forked over the cash for it.  Not a thought as to its tremendous worldwide journey– no, you knew it would look nice with your hat.

And… I don’t know, maybe it does.