Why is there anything?

That's the question that I keep coming back to. We can look at anything, such as a sow bug, the earth, the galaxy, or whatever and marvel at the complexity and wonder how it could have been created and by what mechanism. It seems to me that a much more elegent and perfect condition would be for there to be nothing at all. What need is filled by the existence of things that could not be eliminated, and therefore perfectly filled, by the existence of nothing at all. Every material thing is changing and becoming something else all the time, never seems to get to a perfected condition. A void is and will always be perfect and complete as long as it remains a void.

I can think of a thousand questions about why there is good and evil, why do we have consciousness, why is there a force of gravity, etc. All those questions seem to me to mean very little compared to the very simple one of why there is anything at all.