[ WP ] Tiny details of our universe ( like particles , dark matter , anti-matter , etc ) do n't exist until scientests discover them . God struggles to create these details at the rate that Scientists `` discover '' them .

“ Oh, what a lovely balloon! ” Aenea exclaimed. “ I ’ ve never seen one like that before. Did you make it? ” 
 
 Christopher beamed; “ Yep! ” He was very proud of his balloon. It was very pretty; red, and blue, and sparkling inside. 
 
 “ It ’ s so… big! ” she said. “ You must have a very deep breath! ” 
 
 Christopher nodded vigorously, and continued on his way. He had to find father, and quickly. 
 
 His balloon was quite big, to be sure. But, he ’ d not breathed *that* much life into it. No more than the last one. 
 
 He kept it hidden, most of the time. Father had warned him not to show anyone. At least, once he ’ d been convinced there was something odd about it. That in and of itself had taken some time. 
 
 “ Some balloons grow, ” his father had said. “ It ’ s perfectly normal. Don ’ t worry. They all stop after a few million years. ” 
 
 Except it hadn ’ t stopped. Not even a little. If anything it was gaining momentum. 
 
 And it was getting heavier. It still floated, of course, but occasionally, the string seemed to tug at his hand, as if it were trying to escape. He hadn ’ t told his father about this yet. He ’ d already had to hide his balloon where he could only see it once in a while. He didn ’ t want to risk losing it forever. 
 
 Suddenly, a hideous sound ripped through space and time. It was coming from the balloon. 
 
 “ Ack! ” Christoper gasped, and rushed to find the new leak. He pored carefully over every tiny surface, slowly, intently. All the while the hiss of escaping dimensions expanding assaulted his ears. They weren ’ t meant to interact this way. 
 
 “ Huh! ” Christopher found the problem, and the solution, together. Upon his discovery, the hissing ceased, and the balloon adopted its much more pleasant, silent, tone. 
 
 His father was not going to be happy. 
 
 The leaks were a recent development. He would ask father if, once balloons reached a certain age, they leaked to maintain their size. But he already knew what the answer would be. 
 
 Sure, balloons grow. Balloons change colour. Balloons do some wonderful things. But no balloon had ever leaked before. And Christopher knew what it meant. 
 
 It meant he was in trouble. 
 
 “ Father! Father! ” Christopher cried. 
 
 “ What is it, Ch…- oh. What are you doing with that thing again? I thought I told you to hide it. ” 
 
 “ I did hide it! I just, you know, went to check up on it. ” 
 
 “ Is it still growing? It looks pretty big now, ” his father said, flatly. 
 
 “ Well, yes, I think so. But, um, I think we sh….- “ 
 
 Christopher was saved from having to explain the situation by a new leak appearing, suddenly and violently. 
 
 “ Ugh! ” His father said. “ What is that sound?! ” 
 
 Immediately Christopher went to work, studying carefully, trying to find the new piece of knowledge that had appeared inside the balloon. It never took him long. 
 
 The sound subsided, and Christopher stood, looking at his father, looking at him. 
 
 “ What. was that? ” his father asked. 
 
 “ Yeah… that ’ s what I wanted to show you. There ’ s been lots of those. ” 
 
 “ Lots? ” 
 
 “ That I ’ ve seen. There could have been more when I wasn ’ t around. Somewhere the balloon opens up, and if I find out why, then it closes. I think it's gotten too big. ” 
 
 His father looked perplexed. “ If you… find out why? That doesn ’ t make any sense. ” 
 
 “ I know! Except, it keeps happening, and, I was wondering if maybe... - ” 
 
 “ What did you find out? ” 
 
 “ Just… you know… some stuff about light and time, ” Christopher said, cringing. His father abhorred light. He ’ d told him not to put it in his balloon. “ Sure, it ’ ll be pretty, ” he had said, “ but light ’ s a troublemaker. Always doing strange things, never behaves the way it ought to. ” Christopher had ignored him, of course. And when his balloon had started sparkling, and shining red and blue, his father had been convinced to allow his son to keep it, despite his own misgivings. “ They ’ re related, you know. ” 
 
 His father stared. 
 
 “ Yes, ” he said, after a time, “ I know. What happens if you don ’ t find out? ” 
 
 “ No idea, ” Christopher said. “ I ’ ve never let it go. The sound ’ s too horrible. ” 
 
 His father sat in silence, thinking. “ Well, it can ’ t hurt to let it shrink a little bit at least. ” 
 
 The same thought had occurred to Christopher. It must have happened, while he wasn ’ t there. Which meant that it must have stopped, eventually. No balloons had ever opened up before, not after being made. Christopher wondered what might have come out. He wondered how big his balloon might have been, if it hadn ’ t started leaking. 
 
 “ I suppose it can ’ t hurt to give it a try then, ” his father said, and the two of them moved far away, to where no one would notice them, and they sat peacefully, for only a short amount of time, waiting for the next leak. 
 
 Despite their intent, it was every bit as startling as the others when it appeared. A loud, jarring hiss, of folding probabilities and diverging fates. So offensive was it, that Christopher automatically went right back to work, trying to find out why. 
 
 “ No, stop! Let it go! ” his father said. 
 
 Christopher did. He let it go, and go, and go. It went for a long time. 
 
 And under the cacophony, through all the roaring chaos, they suddenly noticed. 
 
 The balloon wasn ’ t shrinking at all. 
 
 It was growing. 
 
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 Eventually it stopped, every bit as quickly and violently as it had began. The balloon wasn ’ t noticeably larger. But it HAD grown. Of that they were both quite sure. 
 
 Father and son looked at each other, staring quietly. 
 
 Finally, his father said; 
 
 “ I think we ’ re in trouble. ”
