Imagine yourself walking on a deserted road you've never taken before. After you have strolled for a bit, you come upon a huge building, right out in nowhere. You didn't expect it to be there.

As you come closer, you realize that the front door is open. There doesn't seem to be anyone around. You hear no sound of anyone. "Why not?" you think to yourself, and peek through the door.

A strange sight appears before you. Long rows of tables. Very long, too many tables to count. On every table, 12 dice sit in a neat pattern. They all face the same way, with the six side up.

Curiosity gets the better of you, and you walk up to a table, and flip a die so that the five side faces up instead. The door closes behind you. PANIC!

You put the die back as it was. The door opens again. Whew! You dart outside and continue your walk.

As you walk on, you ponder, why were the dice ordered that way?

Had they been rolled an near infinite amount of times, and you happened to come upon them when they were all sixes?

Are there an infinite amount of such buildings, all with a random set of dice patterns, and you happened to come upon the one that had all sixes in it?

Or was there simply someone there before you, who painstakingly put every die in perfect order?

Isn't the latter the natural conclusion to draw? In the same manner, isn't apparant design in the Universe, such as is evident by the fine tuning of the Cosmological Constant, best explained by a designer?