Imagine you’re a detective investigating a crime–construction of a universe without a permit. You round up a bunch of witnesses and start interviewing them. The first thing you find is that there are no direct eyewitnesses to the event. All the witnesses are giving you second-, third- or 100-hand hearsay accounts. Then you find that their accounts of the same event are wildly different. It was done by one old man who took six days. It was done by an immortal gang who were subsequently overthrown by their children and grandchildren. Each time they tell their stories, they become more and more elaborate and detailed. They even give you dates and times.
While you’re interviewing the latest crazy-eyed witness, you hear a ruckus in front of your police station. The witnesses have formed into rival groups are are massacring each other over minor differences in their wild stories. You shake your head sadly and conclude that maybe no crime was committed at all. Maybe the universe was an accident. You decide to wait for saner minds to provide real information.