Just why is there something instead of nothing?

One of the best questions of all time: why is there something instead of nothing? I love thinking about it often. It makes me feel small, insignificant, vulnerable.

Philosophically speaking. What’s nothing like before something? And what prompted God (for theists) to do (bang, there was energy) something, really?

And for atheists, before all the unlikely lucky encounters, before the primordial soup and the right zap of energy that sparked the Big Bang, where did those ingredients come from? Before the spark? Theists and atheists alike can only but guess, imagine, ponder, extrapolate, tell a narrative that unfolds into a story of faith. Challenge each and they’ll both retort with a claim that their storyline is absolute certainty.

Data is data, and none of it comes with its own integrated interpretative key that can settle the conflict.

If you say “the Bible says” or “science says,” either way, you’re developing an interpretation, based on a story you hold to be absolutely true. But in the end, it is a story of faith, that helps us make sense of reality. For me, I make sense of this crazy little thing called life through a theistic lens, with all of its difficulties.. I can understand the reasons that some have chosen another lens through which to draw conclusions of the wonder of this universe.

It would help if we all just openly confessed our biases (we all have ‘em) and our utilization of faith.

However, without picking sides for a moment, can’t we agree to simply ask why is there something instead of nothing and marvel at how incredible, beautiful, intriguing, and captivating it all is and that we even have the brain power to even contemplate such a monstrously deep question?