sitting around the house in my underwear, and a really nice pair of jeans suddenly materialized in my lap. I’ve never needed a hammer while doing auto repair and have one magically appear in my hand. I have never walked out to the garage and found that I owned a new Gwagon instead of a rusty old Escape. At no time has a diamond bracelet appeared on the windowsill of the bathroom, nor even a lowly lump of dirt showed up on my pillow at night.

I think all sane people can reasonably agree that to imagine that things come out of nowhere unbidden is completely ludicrous.

Why then am I the stupid one, for not buying the anti-theist fantasy that there was nothing, and the nothing exploded by itself, without any discernible cause, and turned into all this?