There is a theory which goes: for everything that can happen, a new universe comes into existence in which it does happen.
This theory of infinite universes is a cause of equally infinite grief for the Creator.
Imagine taking a nap after meticulously crafting the entire universe, from the smallest sub-atomic particles to the most massive stars. Then some bloke with a PhD and no common sense wakes you and says, ‘Oh, that’s nice, but haven’t you got about infinity more to make?’
How would you feel?