It Begins

"What about him?!"

He's the first to tell you, male humans are simple creatures. He's happy. He's good. Unless you give him reason to be bothered, he won't be.

She finds this amazing, except when she finds it exasperating, or even devastating. He doesn't always understand that such a little thing is so important, whatever little thing it may be.

Doesn't matter. They're only human, and each understands that about the other too well for it to be a real point of contention. In fact, there's not really anything between them that's worth, in this life, walking away from. That's not why they're here. Petty human dramas are part of the tapestry, but really the play's the thing, isn't it.

And the game is afoot.

She finds she loves these turns of phrase. They're used by humans so flippantly, almost as if they're meaningless, but they always mean exactly what they say, and even when they're mangled and inappropriate to the moment - as was his father's way of using them - they should be taken at face value. Imagine how much trouble humans would save themselves by just listening to the words they said, let alone the ones they heard from others, or even read. Ah, but that might just suck the fun out of it, eh?

Why are they here, now?

So much of the fun is not knowing, even though in the moment, as a human, that unknowability of the future can be so grinding. As a human, the ability to seek and discover is paramount. Humans, unlike gods and most animals, are curious and controlling. In the singularity there's nothing to discover. Everything is, and what is is known to all. That's hell for a human. Oh, it's often heaven for a little while, but soon enough, the human mind must wander and when it does, all hell breaks loose, usually in the form of some universe or other, a multiverse or two, random chance, form, function, fiction, science, and everything else, inevitable because that human mind needed something to comprehend, which in infinite eternity means forgetting, becoming finite, limiting oneself, and having something to explore again.

There's a delicate balance in maintaining any reality. Light and darkness, energy and matter, force and power, love and hate, masculine and feminine, knowledge and belief, each must be balanced against its various counterparts, never overpowering and never failing to support or the whole thing collapses and must be started all over again. None or all of these forces and many others may or may not apply, depending upon one's chosen rules. Cheats may or may not be available.

The rules of this universe are pretty straightforward, although being to at least some degree of human origin one can rest assured that a complicating matrix is built in. The more humans learn the more they like to realize they don't know, so they tend to build their universes accordingly. She finds herself most bemused by the choice she's made here of a mind that gets so wrapped up in itself it can't find its way out. He just thinks it's cool that they made all this happen.

Don't let him fool you. And don't mess with his heart.

He made her when the time was right. He knew that because of pain in the form of human heartbreak, but he didn't know what it was he knew. He just knew it was time to go for a walk, and time to show the universe who she was. He walked, sobbing, in the rain, and drew her in his mind, what she looked like, what she'd act like, and how she'd see him.

And there she was.

Of course, life's never that easy, is it.