And He saw that it was good

Hello, this is BT technical help.Funny your phone number is in Brazil.
Hello, you were in a car accident.Was I?Thanks so much.I don’t even  have a car.Did I get run over? I might be dead.Yikes!
Hello, this is your Bank.I don’t  own any banks.Thanks
Hello,I am the doctor.Doctor Who?
Hello, this is your dentist.What’s the drill?
Hello, is that you? It depends on you hoooh!
Hello,I like your voice.Anything else?
Hello,I  am a Bishop.And I’m a King.
Hello, you have inherited money.Yes and I’ve spent it too.
Hello, this is Virgin media.Sorry,I don’t want to be a virgin

There’s nobody here to take your call.Please write a letter.

Copenhagen by Michael Frayn by Katherine and old Delly computer
Dear All

Failed again.I thought starting my letter early would be a good idea.But starting is one thing.Finishing is harder.Anyway  my main news is that I got married last week.I didn’t say anything because it’s private.But then marriage is a social and religious institution.So  it’s not private at all.That’s logic for you.Useless.
Do you remember learning long division as it would be ” useful later” and quadratic equations too.Have you ever found a use for them?
My husband is  called X.
X Ray.Ph.D

He studied  at Stamford,Hale and Cumbrage.He now works laying tarmac on roads while writing his thesis on
Tarmac and Wittgenstein:How covering old roads destroys our links with the past,nature and the wordless dimension of life with brief references to Lacan and The Real,and Winnicot’s  Transitional Spaces.
You will be wondering where I met Ray.Well, we met in the library when we were looking at the same section… post modern novels.There were only three so we each took one and left  the other for some intellectual loner with melancholia and schizoid personality disorder.We must think of others even in the library.
He asked me if he could drive me home and he’s now part of the furniture.He has three children called Ophelia, Arriva and Mercury.They used tlo live quite near; their mother  died young and Ray has brought them up by himself.At least, he never got married again until he  caught me.
Mercury is now called Mark and he is a teacher in Venezuela.He  teaches  art to depressed  people in a hospital and sells his own work on the net.Right now he’s into snails.And mathematics.

Well Ray wants his dinner and also  he has twin cats who need feeding.I choose this as I  love to feed people.And they do other wonderful and unnameable things in return.Not paying me,of course.That would be a sin.
So please forgive me if I don’t tell you the full story today.
Or even before Xmas.Be happy, my children and donate to charity if you can.
Yours ever

Kitty cat

The lights outside are mirrored in the glass
Giving  brighter feelings to the room
Winter sun is falling South of West

The year unwound like string caught in a trap
The nuclear West  overseen  by men  obscene
The lights outside are mirrored in the glass

Mother  made life simple, woollen vests;
With her eyes she shone to lift the gloom.
Winter sun is falling South of West

Once in Bethlehem, love came to pass
Yet good does not dance long  to human tunes.
The lights outside are mirrored in the glass

Like cruel children we with torture wrest
The secrets of the dumb, the ghastly truths
Winter sun is falling down and West

In my mind I hear my father croon
Lullabies and joyful wordless tunes
The lights outside are mirrored in the glass
The sun  lives yet;it  gleamed on ink pot brass.

Since  sadness flowed like acid when you died
As if my soul or heart had been ripped out
If I feel happy, must you be alive?

Can it be that truth was not applied?
That I had never agonised in doubt?
My tears ran like  cold water when you died

In logic, algebraic symbols thrive
But logic is not what life is all about
If I feel happy, must you be alive?

So I look round me,seeking for your eyes
Then loss hits me again in mighty clouts
My guts filled with  flood waters when you died

I see a little bird  through  storm clouds  flies
A beam of intense blackness highlights thought
If I am happy, must  you be alive?

For an instant, sunshine  fills the void
The space where prayer could never G-d annoy
My tears flowed  like  mountain water when you died
If I am happy,  where are you  alive?

https://www.google.co.uk/search?safe=active&dcr=0&source=hp&ei=Jc43WsG5HIjxULWDvMAH&q=void+meaning&oq=void&gs_l=psy-ab.1.2.0l10.483.1531.0.4597.5.4.0.0.0.0.238.553.0j3j1.4.0….0…1.1.64.psy-ab..1.4.551.0…0.wCgjZPbrQoU

void

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adjective

adjective: void

1. 1.

   not valid or legally binding.

   “the contract was void”

   synonyms:

   invalid, null and void, null, nullified, cancelled, revoked, rescinded, abolished, inoperative, ineffective, not binding, not in force, non-viable, useless, worthless, nugatory; More

   antonyms:

   valid

   • (of speech or action) ineffectual; useless.

     “all the stratagems you’ve worked out are rendered void”
2. 2.

   completely empty.

   “void spaces surround the tanks”

   synonyms:

   empty, emptied, vacant, without contents, containing nothing, blank, bare, clear, free, unfilled, unoccupied, uninhabited, desolate, barren “the cathedral has vast void spaces”

   antonyms:

   full

   • free from; lacking.

     “what were once the masterpieces of literature are now void of meaning”

     synonyms:

     devoid of, empty of, vacant of, bare of, destitute of, bereft of, denuded of, deficient in, free from; More

     antonyms:

     occupied

   • formal

     (of an office or position) vacant.

noun

noun: void; plural noun: voids

1. 1.

   a completely empty space.

   “the black void of space”

   synonyms:

   gap, empty space, space, blank space, blank, vacuum, lacuna, hole, cavity, chasm, abyss, gulf, pit, hiatus; More

   • an unfilled space in a wall, building, or other structure.
   • an emptiness caused by the loss of something.

     “his loss leaves a void in the community”
2. 2.

   (in bridge and whist) a suit in which a player is dealt no cards.

   “a hand with a singleton club is more likely than one with a void”

verb

verb: void; 3rd person present: voids; past tense: voided; past participle: voided; gerund or present participle: voiding

1. 1.

   NORTH AMERICAN

   declare that (something) is not valid or legally binding.

   “the Supreme court voided the statute”

   synonyms:

   invalidate, render invalid, annul, nullify; More

   antonyms:

   validate, ratify

2. 2.

   discharge or drain away (water, gases, etc.).

   “the gases are usually voided into the mechanism”

   • MEDICINE

     excrete (waste matter).

     “it cannot be metabolized and is voided in the urine”

     synonyms:

     eject, expel, emit, discharge, pass, excrete, egest, let out, send out, release, exude, eliminate; raredisembogue “the bacteria are present in the kidneys of the rat and are voided in the urine”

     antonyms:

     take in

   • empty or evacuate (a container or space).

     “a fully voided core assembly”

     synonyms:

     evacuate, empty, empty out, drain, clear, unload, unburden, purge “the patients had difficulty in voiding their bladders”

     antonyms:

     fill

Origin

Middle English (in the sense ‘unoccupied’): from a dialect variant of Old French vuide ; related to Latin vacare ‘vacate’; the verb partly a shortening of avoid, reinforced by Old French voider .

Photo by Katherine
Hello, are you the householder? No ,I’m that spider on the wall that people keep talking about.Who are you?
Your printer is broken.Wow, it’s still in the box.Thanks, I’ll take it back tomorrow.
Your mobile phone has got a virus! Oh, don’t worry.I have one as well.
Your internet radio is  listening to you. Thanks, I’ve been singing all day.I hope the radio is not jealous.I’ll switch it on or do I need to if it’s already listening?
The TV is watching you. I don’t care.I’ve seen all its sordid secrets.Well, not all but enough.
We can protect you.It’s ok.Catholics have guardian angels.
We will give you a free month.Of what?
We can pray instead of you.Somehow I  don’t think that is quite the same.
It conveys a subtle yet fundamental misunderstanding of what prayer is for.
Do you repent? No,I only re-paper.
The Lord is nigh.Sin no more.Can I just do one more bad thing? Alright.Eff off.

1.Rail Enquiries

Customer: “How much does it cost to Bath on the train?”
Operator: “If you can get your feet in the sink, then it’s free

2.How much is it to get to Oxford?
If you can walk,it’s free.
On the rail tracks?
It’s your funeral!
3.I want to  go to University.
I’m sorry but Rail Studies begins next semester.
Where  do I do that?
Up the junction
4.My parents gave me no money.where can I go?
Aberdeen but they’ll send you back on the next train under   guard.
That’s a bit rude.
You take things too literally
You seem very bright.Did you go to Uni?
I went to Balliol, but I didn’t like the architecture.
You’re black
What’s that got to do with architecture?
You are vanishingly small.
Hello Wittgenstein
My name is not Hello.
I was joking.
Two words can’t be a joke
Balls.
I don’t follow you.
I have no blog yet.
What is a blog?
You need to do Media Studies
What,spend £60,000!
It’s either that or look in a dictionary.
Is that the only  alternative?
No, just don’t keep asking questions.
Will that be best?
Depends on what you compare it with.
So that is how we learn,by comparison?
Either that or I hit you with my pointed railway stick
I didn’t know railways were pointed.
You don’t know much at all.
I can always ask you.
Who’s Hugh?
Don’t you start!

https://www.maa.org/sites/default/files/images/upload_library/4/vol6/Growney/MathPoetry.html#Nemerov

“Figures of Thought by Howard Nemerov

Poet Laureate of the United States from 1988-1990, Howard Nemerov (1920-91) served as a combat pilot during World War II. Here are lines of a poem Figures of Thought that gives the essence of a mathematical model.

	To lay the logarithmic spiral on
	Sea-shell and leaf alike, and see it fit,
	To watch the same idea work itself out
	In the fighter pilot's steepening, tightening turn
	Onto his target, setting up the kill,
	And in the flight of certain wall-eyed bugs . . .

If you do not have a clear picture in your mind of this curve, you may wish to explore the algebra and geometry of the logarithmic spiral and see how vividly it illuminates Nemerov’s poem.”