nothing, nothing, nothing...big bang?

[Entropist]

Seems you guys have all the "answers" or at least you's think you's do. A lot of you's seem to be quite arrogant...

"When we reach the limits of monologue, the confines of solitude, we invent--for lack of a better interlocutor--God, supreme pretext of dialogue. So long as you name Him, your madness is well disguised, and... all is permitted. The true believer is scarcely to be distinguished from a madman, but his madness is legal, acknowledged; he would end up in an asylum if his aberrations were pure of all faith. But God covers them, legitimizes them. The pride of a conqueror pales beside the ostentation of a believer who addreses himself to a Creator. How can one dare so much? And how could modesty be a virtue of temples, when a decrepit old woman whom imagines Infinity within reach raises herself by prayer to a level of audacity to which no tyrant has ever laid claim?" (E.M. Cioran, from A Short History of Decay)