All the cats with short sight were eaten by crocodiles, said Mary

what's new pussycat.jpgMary went into town to collect her new giasses from Specdivers.Choosing frames was hard but thia time she  had done it quickly by taking the first pair she saw to the optometrist
They were almost tortoiseshell suitable for a mathematician who was  a former  expert on Dirac and many dimensional space
However there were one or two red dots on and Mary liked things whih were slightly unusual as indeed was Dirac.Have you ever met anyone called Dirac?
Me,neither but I like it.Short and sweet as mother used to say
When Mary got home she found Annie waiting in the yellow walled ,red  floored kitchen
Here you are, a nice cup of tea, she cried, holding an Art Deco mug out
You sound like a character from Barbara Pym.The latter was their favoutite novelist
Let  me see your new glasses
Mary put them on.
Oh,dear Lord, what possessed you?
Why,what’s wrong?
They have red splotches on the front and the sides are pink and white.I’ve never seen anything like this.I might wear them but you need gold frames or old tortoiseshell.
I don’t see the logic in that,Mary cried,although pink and red do clash
And you  havea lot of heather coloured clothes.They don’t go with red.What do you think Emile?
Emile sat by the fire glaring at the two women.
We don’t need spectacles, he mewed
No, because all the cats with short sight were eaten by crocodiles,said Mary
What a pity that didn’t happen to humans,Annie mused
Is that a Freudian slip?
No,it’s from Marks and Spencers, Annie  whispered
But  short  sight must be cultural.. it’s since children were taught to read.
Eyes were made for looking for prey and seeing where the stars were in the sky.Not to mention looking for people to mate with.Short sight is  useful in bed but  not when driving a car., Annie finished
Maybe too much sex in the marriage bed makes your eyes focus too near you.said Mary
Well,you can’t have sex when you are on the other side  of the room and the bed would have to be 25 feet wide,Annie retorted.
Well,I suppose the Queen could have a big bed but as she is 93 it may be too late
But she could tell William and Harry…..Mary pondered on this
Well,I  like them and  they will make me look younger although older ladies with too much makeup on can look sad.
Never mind,said Annie.You can wear them at the weekend
But not at work?
I don’t think so.You might give students the wrong impression.
I would be happy if I had any effect on them!
I’ll come and watch, said Emile.I’ve always loved algebraic topology with the rubber doughnuts and  infinitely expandable spaces in ten dimensions
But  you can’t read Emile,Annie murmured.How can you know all this?
I listen to Mary when she is practising her lectures ustairs. the cat said joyfully
And to think I thought you were staring at  me out of sheer love
Well,  that too,murmured Emile
And so will all of us


I hope my dialect is not foreign!


Mike’s  photo 2020 copyright

Eeh, it were right crackin’ at school t’day
Wot wur tbey sayin’ this time?
Thi said wi can do Greek next year
You’re not doin’ Greek
Why not,our Mam
Ye can’t even spek English
Why,  am I not canny enough?
No, we don’t spek English eether
Well, ye shud a thought eh that before y’ad me.De ye mean only  people with BBC eksents can bear childern?
Well, we reckoned if we learnt English we’d lose our desire
F’wat, Mam
F’ that! Ye know… It, ye get what ah mean
No,Mam.Can you not spell it our a bit more?
Spell it out, te dad would tan me hide!
Still he must a dunnit,Mam
I dunno, it wer dark.Mebbe it wer the cat, ah thought
Surely the cat’s not mi  dad, is  he?
It weren’t this cat, it wer another called Billy.
Well, how come I’m human?
You think ye are human, but  am telling ye,ye got  t’cat’s eyes
Just his eyes? How abaht his whiskers
Don’t be so daft, our Kath,Ye’ve got his hair
But only on my head so far.Willa bi changin’ into a cat as ah mature?
Wi’ll have te wait and see.Put ‘t kettle on.We need some tea.
Why, what difference will that make now.I’m a cat,I’m a cat…. oh, what’ll  ‘et nuns say  ‘et Convent when ah tellum?
You keep away from ‘et Convent~
Why, our Mam?
Do as I tell you.Never confide in a nun
Well,Ah shan’t let ‘et cat fettle me.Ah’m not that daft
Well, yi can’t do Greek and that’s final
Kyrie Eleison,Kyrie Eleison
Wot’s that?
Oh, nothin’ at all
Christie Horizon
For God’s sake speak English, Kath

Is God unknowable?



Photo by Mike Flemming


“The more you claim to know God and attempt to delineate his nature the less likely you are to have hit the bull’s eye.

It is only possible to escape from this impasse by re-orienteering our thought forms. Faith is not the progressive unearthing of God’s nature but a recognition that he/she is fundamentally unknowable. The signpost points not to growing certainty but towards increasing non-knowing. This is not as outrageous as it seems. An apophatic thread, a belief that the only way to conceive of God is through conceding that he is ineffable, runs throughout Christian history. Jan Van Ruysbroeck, the 14th century Augustinian and man of prayer, maintained that “God is immeasurable and incomprehensible, unattainable and unfathomable”. St John of the Cross, one of the pillars of western mysticism, put it even more succinctly: “If a man wishes to be sure of the road he travels on, he must close his eyes and walk in the dark”