Things usually fall apart. Science majors and smart people
call it 'entropy.' Simply put, everything in the universe
degenerates from a state of order to one of disorder. The
complex becomes simple. Mountains become molehills, stars
burn out, life ends. Pretty depressing stuff.
Depressing until you think about how the complex got here in
the first place. I mean, how do you get something from nothing,
if nothing was here in the beginning? And even if all the elements
were always here, what could possibly arrange them in such a way
as to produce anything closely approximating a single living cell?
DNA prohibits a chance encounter of chemicals producing it. Too
complex. Astronomically complex.
Design dictates a designer.
"In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth." It
couldn't have happened any other way.