And your alternative would be? A guiding hand, but one that introduces random birth defects and miscarriages? Nice.
Yes. Kind of like someone creating a base program, characters and AI..then letting it go.
Or you could dispense with that, as you will always have the problem where did the helping hand come from?
Instead have a mind-numbingly large number of planets around truly astounding amounts of suns of many different types across an unimaginable amount of space under radically differing conditions and give it a few billion years, you never know.
The good thing about all that is, you don’t end up with the god bollocks.
Unless of course, in its early stages a nascent intelligence sees patterns, and because it has made patterns itself, and because it doesn’t have answers yet, as not enough giants have risen to see above the woodsmoke from their shoulders, so it attributes those patterns to a designer, as it has understandably little comprehension of the size, age and diversity out there, how could it? Four score year and ten and 5 foot 9, hardly a yard stick for the age and size of a star, let alone a system etcetera. It tries to, it really does, but often spectacularly fails due to its ability to overegg its own intelligence, augmented as it is by you-tube and its ability to text, forgetting in the process that it’s part of the same species that came up with celebrity love Island and Scrappy Doo, and of course that old god virus is still there muddying the mind, because death is still a thing to be feared and no way were the priests ever going to give that little gig up, so they’d introduced hell, apostasy and excommunication because god can love you only so far before he burns you forever, caring as he is, so science the long awaited shoulders that take us above the shortened view is tainted by superstition, the inevitable false starts and broken promises, therefore contradictions abound, and we end up here.
What was the question again?