There’s a cocky title. As if an infinitesmal creature like me could know. But here’s my thought: The universe could never have been Nothing. Why? The law of opposites. You can’t have light without dark, hot without cold, good without evil. So can’t have Nothing without Something. Poof! And that’s how the universe was born. Nothing couldn’t help itself. It couldn’t stand being alone. So it wrinkled or twisted or popped out particles, and was never the same again.