Someone mentioned your name yesterday

(1623 – 1662)French philosopher and mathematician—————Not a waitress; just a waiter.Though she sees herself asa planner; a Girl With Plans.Mid-January; travel brochuresall over the sofa; and not decided yet.But it’s just such fun – she’s been like thatsince she was a little girl – the future’s alwaysgolden, shining, full of possibility…the present simply doesn’t compare..She’ll…

ex-hot, ex-famous) , while sweeping, dusting,fire-lighting, all that deprived childhood stuff –felt that she had more to offer;had not realised her full potential; soin a cheap exercise book, wrote herfictionalised life-story, suitably worked up,in her spare moments; even, when short of incident,setting up some neat situation withher ugly sisters etc.thanks to her friend Buttons whowas…

I’m not Irish; but if you were to dothe full Irish thing – take my corpse out of the coffin,dance wildly round the room with it one by one –it’d make my day;I’d remember it all my, deathand I bet you would too.Though perhaps the tango would be a bit too far.The funeral:the not-too-many invitations…

for extinction as they later werebut this time for preservation – a long linepatiently stretching into the distanceas far as mind could seesometimes shifting quietlyfrom one leg to the otheror from four legs to threeor stretching a winghungry to fly – but where?and one man blessedradiant in his duty, awedas that great ship expandeda boundless…

silent; by a pool of lamplight lit;now still in reading, or now drawn to write;inaudible, the music of his mind,invisible, that dazzling light, his thought;unknown, the destiny of human kind;unwrit, the future glories to be sought;he like a human hour-glass: single grainspassing into future mind from past;and in his presence, all Creation reigns,the history of…

and whatever calls the eyethen called to me:a cobalt blue glass jarin front of a Chinese yellow vasethat seemed to hold between themthe secret of the universe..the mind whispered, that’s just not true..it couldn’t be that simple..I dared to look again: nowit did not matter whether it werethe secret of the universe or not… forit…