It is hard to know what to make of our universe, for there is nothing to compare it with.
We can conceive of universes similar to our own but with different histories, and of universes that run under different regimes of physical laws and constants, but no other universe is observable. Our guesses are just the playthings of our imaginations.
It is also possible to conjure up a vague sense of the nothingness that there’d be if our universe didn’t exist at all. But it doesn’t make sense to talk about a time before the universe existed, or an afterwards, for time itself is part of our universe.
There’s also something odd about us — each one of us a part of this universe — imagining the universe not existing, for our imaginings themselves are palpable demonstrations of existence. Nothingness is at best an abstract concept.
All we can do is accept existence as a stark truth.