Work was nothing more than a room in a building on a campus in a town in a country on a planet in... the prepositions were endless. It contained, this room, a bunch of students, a bunch of tutors of the language-skills persuasion, some tables, some chairs, a fake-leather couch, Everybody Misses Victoria, and exactly two water coolers. EMV, thirsty, rose heavily from the couch, adjusted folds of skirts and wrinkles of Angora, and approached the eastern most water cooler. After all, water is to life what vowels are to words, or, to put that in the past tense, water was to life what words were to vowels. And out of necessity, the eastern water cooler had more of a commune feel than the decadent, capitalist, a-type personality macdonalds and fries and apple pie and super bowl and Friends and revisionist history western water cooler.

Apropos of nothing, sitting not standing around the water cooler were a Philipino boy and a girl of a bouncy kind of nature. EMV tried to wiggle in between their conversation but was caught up nonetheless in the subjects of their elocutions: sex, hot tubs, peanut butter, the east coast, soap, movies that start with the letter J, and kittens, mittens, wool. Flumoxed, EMV went dry for a moment, awash. Thankfully the irony of that last phrase was like a savior, and the water was procured. EMV drank, heavily.

"Hey, Everybody Misses Victoria," the Philipino boy managed to say. "So, okay, I'm walking down the street next this homeless guy, right. And, it's like we're just walking the same speed and happen to be in the same place."

"Hee hee heee," remarked the girl of the bouncy nature.

"Now why is that funny?" The Philipino boy asked.

"Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle," replied the bouncy.

"That sounds like physics," Philipino boy.

"'Tis," bouncy.

"Why?" Philipino.

EMV knew that the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle said nothing more than it is impossible to know exactly anything's motion and location at exactly the same time.

"Anyway. now I forgot what I was going to say." said the Philipino boy.

"Happens," replied the girl of the bouncy.

"Does it?" asked Everybody Misses Victoria. "Or is it the case that perhaps we do not live through constant time? Can't it be true that at any given moment, say right now," Their was an exemplary pause inflected in EMV's speechage, "when the creator of our universe does something which has nothing at all to do with the progression of our time, like, maybe he goes downstairs to get a diet Dr. Pepper."

"Eeeh," and "Blahwgh," said the Philipino and the bouncy. "Why would he do that?" asked the Philipino.

"I don't know- and that's my point. Maybe just now when you were talking about the homeless guy and physics, the creator had to go to school or work or something and when he came back to finish your tale he'd forgotten where he was going with it. That's means you forgot it, too." EMV drank s'more water.

"But wouldn't," the bouncy girl, who was able in a thrice to switch from bouncy and fun to serious and fun, "the creator, the perfect being who runs everything, wouldn't he do what we tell our students to do all the time, organize, make an outline, cluster, so that he knows where he's going at all times?"

"No!" said the Philipino boy, who had been chosen by the creator to realize the following. "Not if he viewed existence as not a purpose to an end but merely a purpose to a state of being. It's like, he knows things should be, and that so long as things do not necessarily wend towards a definite goal, they shall be, forever.

"The question," decided EMV, poking Philipino in the chest with a graceful index finger, "is why he bothers in the first place."

Bouncy shrugged. "Simple. He is creating a universe to his liking. Some state of being which he prefers."

"Yes, makes sense," said Philipino. "And what is it about this state of things being that he prefers?"

Both bouncy and Philipino looked at EMV. Bouncy said, "Well, you're here. And your name is Everybody Misses Victoria. I think that's irony, the energy of any creation. You're why he made this world."

EMV was not so easily mollycoddled. "Fine. But then shouldn't he put himself, in one manifestation or another, in this universe he created, to enjoy the state of things which he so desperately wants?"

Just then, as if in answer, because that is the way of narration, an incredibly handsome and good looking, flat-tummied and big-chested genius with dyed blonde hair, a pierced tongue, and a healthy appetite for directionless bantering walked into the room, and said, "Hello all."

Everybody Misses Victoria rolled her eyes. "Figures." But she meant it good-naturedly.