I've been noticing that the universe is a very beautiful place. To give you an idea:

The exploding sun that keeps us going.
The moon which replaces the sun at night, seemingly changing shape throughout the month.
The nice blue gradient in the sky.
The twinkling stars.
The "shooting stars" that suddenly appear every once in a while.
The colourful galaxies and planets.
The clouds whose shapes are always changing.
The sunset.
The aurora borealis.
The lightning and thunder.
The snowflakes, each one unique from every other.
The rivers, lakes, and oceans.
The mountains, volcanoes, and islands.
The fire.
The four seasons.

How did it all come from nothingness or almost-nothingness?

Do we automatically see all natural things as beautiful, even if the world was ugly (compared to our view)? Is it like Conway's Game of Life where complex beautiful patterns emerge from very simple rules? Or, is it an artistic beautiful masterpiece painted by a being whom I call God?

What do you think?

(Move this to Philosophy if you like, but the whole reason I've been thinking about this so much is that I really want evidence that God exists even though I know he does (but I don't know how I know that... it's very strange.))

(Also, I do know the scientific explanation for every one of these things (e.g. stars twinkle because the light bends in our atmosphere) but I don't think this has much to do with my question of how it all came from nothingness.)