You clearly don't know how hard it is to figure out how far a star is away from us.
Or how about figuring out if there's a
planet around another star.
Reference point: The Sun is 99.86% of the mass of our solar system, and it actively produces and radiates a lot of energy. 70% of the trivially-small remainder is contained in one planet, Jupiter.
Distance: The Solar System's diameter out at Neptune is.....5,600,000,000 miles.
1 light year is over 1000x that, 5,900,000,000,000 miles.
Look at a star 10 light years away.
Try to find a tiny speck of that star system, a planet which isn't radiating its own light, and which is orbiting relatively close to the extremely bright star. Then get a feel for how big it is, and how far it is from its star.
And to think, these silly scientists actually think they might be somewhat competent.
(Though from what we're seeing, the answer to the question "Are there planets around this star we're looking at?" is likely to be "Yes" without the need to bother to check. Sufficient matter coalesces to form a star, there are leftovers, the leftovers clump together, you have planets.)
No, I just don't believe that scientists can know the extent of the universe. They CAN know how far a star is away from us, in which direction it is moving with relationship to us, etc.... I accept everything they observe as scientific. When they go into happy horseshit mode telling us how big the universe was, how it started, etc.... that is when I check out. I am agnostic on all that crap. They are basing all of those theories on what they can observe from earth. There is a much better chance than not that all their theories are for shit because of the limitations of their observation field.
Science isn't going to be 100% correct. It's a process of refining our knowledge and constantly building on it.
What we can observe about the Universe indicates that it was at one time both very small and very hot, and that it is now expanding. Some manner of largish eruption of space, time, and matter from a tiny point is one way of producing such a result.
I belive the universe is eternal and infinite. My mind cannot fathom a finite universe because I would have to know what is outside of it. If the universe is indeed everything, then there can be nothing outside of it, that does not compute for me.
Plenty of people can't fathom how a machine as complex and heavy as an Airbus A380 is able to fly, but there's quite a lot of evidence supporting the idea that they can indeed fly. Mass delusion?
Belief does not trump reality.
Or perhaps a simplistic artificial intelligence cannot fathom a universe larger than the computer in which it is enclosed. What would you say of its belief that there is nothing outside of its comfortable little box?
That's because you lack faith. See, I'm grateful to God for taking the time to make countless stars that can only be seen with specialized equipment positioned outside our own atmosphere, and countless others that we may never actually be able to observe through any technology we ever develop. I mean, if he had it to do over, maybe spend a little less time on stars we'll never see and a little more time ironing out the kinks so that this ball we're on isn't constantly trying to kill us with earthquakes and volcanoes and hurricanes and tornadoes and lightning and tsunamis and blizzards and whatnot. Maybe sprinkle a little more fresh water around so it's not so hard to track down and places like the Sahara could be cultivated. And maybe make us all a little taller, or give us gills, or wings, or an innate bullshit detector or something cool like that. What good is septillions of stars if the people he made them for can't ever see them? That doesn't seem to make any sense...
Shit, better stop thinking about this logically. That never ends well for God.
It's for our own good, ultimately. There are growing tips for certain plants that include things like "Exhibits beautiful coloration when distressed." So you abuse the plant, doing
only what you need to do to keep it alive, and enjoy the colorful display of its tortured screams of anguish.
Stars we can't get to? So he's a man of exceptional means, building something the size of a planet for the sake of housing his collection of fascinating microbes. Sure it'll take them a damn long time to really thoroughly take over the planet, but they'll eventually get there.
Sure it might take Earth-based life a hundred quintillion generations to inhabit/infest the Universe, but god just didn't want to be bothered upgrading to a bigger terrarium for a long time. And thanks to all the constant suffering, we'll be amazingly kickass lifeforms by that time.