My family doesn't understand me. They're all getting more religious as I'm getting more agnostic. Still, I'm reminded of the old joke about the mathematician and God. After laboring for years, the mathematician finally did it. Eureka moment. He had proved the existence of God. A great voice comes out of nothing and says, "Ok, now you hide."
All I "know" is that the laws of probability and the essence of possibility leave room for a supreme being. Whether the form of that is the the all-everything being, or just some galactic 12th-grader with a big science project is open to discovery.
But, all possibilities exist.