Adapt or die.

There are infinitesimally tiny points at which new universes are constantly being created and others destroyed. I find the better ones come about at times when the background music is a guiding force. Currently, Pink Floyd's "Animals" album is initiating some heavy changes. And no, despite your misguided stereotypes about the Floyd, marijuana is not (nor should it be) a factor in my current universe factory. THOSE universes, while typically interesting enough, tend to be governed by imprecise mathematical laws. I mean, pi doesn't HAVE to necessarily always be 3.1415, but whatever it may be, it shouldn't keep changing from moment to moment. It really ought to stay more or less constant. Strike that, it ought to stay EXACTLY constant. A halfway decent universe should at the very least obey its own rules. I mean, c'mon folks!