The little God

The little god...
 
Once, (possibly more than once.) two gods pondered the
gift left to them by their parent/guardian: existence.
 
‘I should have the bigger share.’ Said order. 'I am the
elder.’
 
‘you are only elder because I exist to give such concepts
meaning.’ Said chaos.
 
The statement made order feel uneasy. It was of course a perfectly
logical statement. But at the same time it rankled.
 
‘around them in the twilight, the potential gods
tittered.  But order ignored them.
 
‘i only need a small piece anyway.’ Said chaos.  ‘you
play with it. And ill take my share when im ready.
 
Order did not stop to think or question l.  He busied
himself upon the gift and at last declared it finished.
 
Chaos looked at it with interest.
 
Before him as big as anything ever had been and far
smaller than anything would stood the singularity. 
 
‘it’s a perfectly balanced standing wave’ said order
proudly. It will never change or falter’.
 
‘very nice’ said chaos ‘what do you call it.’
 
‘reality.’ Said order. 
 
They watched it for n+n(n) and then suddenly chaos
said.  Now time for my bit.  It reached into the reality and took no
more than a fistful.
 
Order screamed and the wave faltered on the bruise left by
chaos and instead of folding back on itself the wave expanded in all directions
at once.
 
Chaos paid it no mind; he went into corner of nothing and
set to work on a creation of his own.
 
Order tried to hold everything together but eventually
after an eternity or 10-43 things got away from him. From the twilight
of potential gods Gravity appeared. Already he was far bigger then little chaos
for he had ¼ of all the forces of reality. 
 
‘I’ll keep everything together gravity boomed. And as
reality became filled with bosons he held them together with all his
might.  But still reality expanded,  and order let go of another force. 
The god of the nuclear strong  force appeared and set to work the bosons
into quarks ‘that should help’ said order.  But though steady, the reality
continued to expand.
 
Arnt you going to help shouted order to chaos.
 
Nearly finished called back chaos.
 
Just then order, being pulled as far as order could
be.  He let go of the last two strings and the gods of electromagnetic
weak force and nuclear weak force began making quarks stick together.
 
Order looked and the boiling sea of particles.  At
least it was more or less uniform.  Then he had an idea and shouted to the
forces. 
 
‘make the particles spin in opposite directions to its
closest neighbour... then gravity you pull them together.’
 
‘sure.’ Thought order.  ‘I’ll be left with an ever
expanding ball of photons.  But it will be tidy at least.’
 
Just as order was about to shout go   chaos
arrived.
 
‘finished.’ Said chaos
 
‘I’m a bit busy just now' said order. I Invented a
way to get rid of all the mess you made. I’m going to turn every particle
into either mater or antimatter, and they should all annihilate each other; and
while I’ve been struggling with reality what have you invented?
 
Chaos grinned and opened his hand
 
‘dice.’ He said