Going all the way back to the beginning of time -- assuming there was a singularity -- everything flows back into one single 'God' particle. How did it get here? Space is nothing -- only a medium. The only way we can measure space is by referencing seperate objects. It's my belief that the void of space has no matter, but it still 'exists' because we can travel around in it, etc. So-- this begs the next question. If space is a void medium that 'exists', and the 'God' particle came from a single finite point somewhere in it, why did it appear? How did it appear? And for that matter, because a void medium can only be proven to exist by points of reference, nothing else would have existed at the time of the singularity, meaning that there was literally nothing in existence at the time of the Big Bang.
Howdy.
Some thoughts on all this, from the perspective of the scientific somewhat-literate:
The How and/or Why of the Big Bang is currently an open question. The Big Bang theory proper only serves to describe the way the universe evolved from T=0. At the very first "moment" of the Big Bang, you would have had a (possibly infinitely dense) singularity, which then proceeded to balloon exponentially. In this respect, your comment here:
"And for that matter, because a void medium can only be proven to exist by points of reference, nothing else would have existed at the time of the singularity, meaning that there was literally nothing in existence at the time of the Big Bang"
Is inaccurate, going by the current science. At the very "first" moment, there was something, not nothing.
The cause of this expansion? The anchor of this singularity state? Was there actually "anything" "before" the Big Bang? These are the questions that confound us. The reason has to do in part with tools, in part with language, and in part with ourselves. We are utterly
of causality, of space and time. Our brains, our senses, our experiences are all shaped by and emergent from space and time (and entropy, and force interaction, and evolution, and etc.). We can't escape the bounds of our own perspective.
So how are we to meaningfully discuss what comes "before" time, or "outside" of space? Much like the laws of physics before a black hole, our language breaks down as we approach the Big Bang singularity. Maybe there was nothing "before" T=0. Maybe there was. With our current tools, all we can say is that we hit a literal wall some near 13.7 billion years into the past. What lies beyond? Who knows. Our current tools are modeled after causality, because like us, they are emergent of causality. But it looks like the origin of the universe is beyond our causal frame of reference. So unless we get better tools or a more creative perspective, we're going to remain at a standstill on this age-old question.
As a causal being in a causal world, I'm inclined to think there is a cause for the Big Bang. Some kind of foundational principle that animated the Big Bang. Perhaps this principle is timeless. Perhaps we have an infinite cycle of recurring universes. What I do find less simple to grasp is the notion that, at the fundamental level, this was all set into motion not by a something, but by a someone. Because deliberate creation entails intention, and intention entails personhood -- an entity that is self-aware. And given what we know of personhood, one wonders how exactly such an entity could even exist.
So, to bring it back to the debate topic: What counts as evidence for a God? I say that existence itself is a miracle in and of itself, and who/whatever allows us to exist we should give thanks, silent or no. I think existence itself is proof of a God, or an otherwise all-powerful entity.
Eh. (As yet) unexplained =/= miraculous. I mean, one can describe this whole existence as miraculous, if by "miraculous" you mean "so improbable that it may as well be impossible". I'm less willing to make that kind of correlation, though, because I'm totally unaware of the odds involved in the equation.
How could anyone really determine the "likelihood" of this universe existence, without first understanding much more than we currently do about how they form? I can't say this universe is "astronomically improbable", any more than I can say it's exceedingly probable. As a result, I find it all impressive and often amazing, but never miraculous. Unless I'm using "miraculous" for poetic hyperbole, I'm not in a position to describe my existence in that way.
I also have long scratched my head at the notion of giving "thanks" to God, or whichever deity caused my existence. This is because
I did not consent to my own creation. Or if I did, I have no memory of it.
It's like my parents. I had no say in whether they conceived me. But they did. Should I be grateful that they gave me life? Hindsight is 20/20, and in retrospect, now being alive and having experienced living, I can say that I enjoy being alive (the instinct of survival may be q huge bias, though that's another discussion). So I suppose, by extension, I am grateful that I was given life.
But I cannot say this life is a "gift", or be thankful for it on those terms. When I give a gift to you, I seek to do you a kindness, knowing (or hoping) that you will appreciate it as a kindness. And you, being a self-aware fellow, are able to express gratitude, because you know what this gift entails for you, and you know what it entailed for me in getting it, and you know what it entails for our relationship.
When we give presents to an infant, do we expect gratitude? Likely not, because a baby can'5 express gratitude. They are not realized people yet. They may experience some reward and pleasure in their brain upon receiving gifts, but do they even have any awareness of what it means? I wouldn't expect so.
I would not be a realized person when I was a babe, certainly not before my own creation. And this is the paradox. Someone wanted to grant "me" the
gift of existence, but I
am the gift. I don't exist, but someone wants to gift me to myself, so they create me, and that existence is a gift given to myself. And I am supposed to be grateful for this, somehow? Or feel indebted?
It's like if I came up to you, stuck a Christmas gift ribbon on your shirt, and said "Happy Holidays, from me to you!". A bit absurd, like throwing the horse before the carriage.
When you move the goalpost from your parents to God, the same logic, and thus the same issues, apply. In retrospect, I can be grateful that I am alive, and so can extend a certain gratitude to God for making it happen. But it still has, if not insidious undertones, then certainly absurd ones. It's like Gepetto and Pinocchio.
Look at me, God! I'm a Real Boy now!