The enclosed letter to a friend - acquaintance - is a copy of one I gave to you some time ago to prove that I don't talk about you behind your bank without informing you. Remember? The accompanying "ditty" is to that same person. He asked for my thoughts on cosmology. Before I post it tell me if I've made any grammatical errors. He is a professional. (It's too late for the letter)

PS The ellipsis at the beginning of the verse is to show that it is sequential to a rough sketch I made of our solar system indicating how, in my opinion, the eccentric orbit of Pluto, the rings of Saturn, a comets path etc. can not take place if "space" is a fabric capable of being stretched. That is if I've interpreted the scientific theory correctly. If not, why don't scientists say what they mean? No wonder people are turned off science! The new dog collar with its own dogma! But we need laws of physics.

Hi You told me last week by land line that you did not receive my letter of the 21st June. I will send this recorded delivery, or registered mail. I will also photocopy this letter in case it goes astray. The code, once again is xyz ^√, 098, Ω, blue, white, + ÷79352146, !

My new friend, Andrew, in fact, my (unofficially) adopted son: There is such a thing as a platonic relationship. He is the son I never had. I see him about once a week. We visit galleries, museums. He is not perfect - I think he is a royalist! He might have taken umbrage when I remarked on Thursday that people who contribute to society, i.e. the working class, rank higher in my opinion than any aristocrat. Especially those workers who change the world. e.g Michael Faraday, Tommy Flowers etc. Those who are celebrated grudingly with a small plaque on some obscure wall. A reluctant token of acknowledgement by the powers that be. I then added: "Don't those leeches who are still alive perhaps even in their grave, feel embarrassed when they are placed in effigy on a pedestal?

Consider the magnificent Albert Memorial! "We were close by at the time. Andrew made no comment but he endeared himself to me when I asked if he could have any wish, what would he wish for. His reply: "Just to be happy."

We had a look round the photographers' gallery near Leicester Square a few weeks ago. I suggested a theme for a display, "Locomotion". (Recalling my train journey up to Waterloo earlier that day.) The first photograph, clockwise, i.e. the first on the left as one entered the gallery would be of the FULL moon, the next photograph would be of a log on the point of rolling downhill. The next would be of a wheelbarrow (its one wheel also made of wood), the next photogaph would be of a hand cart with two wooden wheels (bigger load), the next a horse and four-wheeled cart, followed by a lorry, then an aeroplane (cargo) with its wheels lifting off the runway, followed by a space plane, then the orbiting moon wheeling about our planet, then the solar system, then a galaxy (like a catherine wheel) finally a photograph of a two, three or four year old child (in repose they always appear sad). The viewer might wonder if the child is thinking: "What do I do next? Where do I go from here?" Twelve photographs. To fully appreciate the sequence visitors should be deterred from turning right when they enter the gallery, preferably by a velvet routefoil. The effect would be spoilt by seeing the last photograph first.

Andrew is a good companion, being intelligent, with an extensive general knowledge. He also studies design and the Japanese language. He teaches computers to people from all walks of life. In response to this question about my big wish (knowing what it's like to fly like a bird: Hang-gliding), with a cavalier attitide I answered: "To become invisible." Although my jest got me thinking there and then, so I quickly appended "Off the top of my head, pun intended, suppose one made an overall with slips for eyes and nostrils, a material capable of channeling all light falling on it up to and out of the top of the garment, otherwise one would overheat. "Andrew sported an amused expression. "One can't see withoug reflected light" I concluded, Truth is, I get many "ideas". Some of them I've included in my codex, but much more detailed, By the way, the code above in no way referes to said codex. It is simply - well you know what it means.

PS Light: photons, electrons, current, direction, dark matter! Or a column of light with a billion sequins! Or simply wear black or white overalls to suit. Better still, chameleonic overalls! Or, or, or, or........ .......and cosmology.

Pique Quipu.
A vernier scale! Epithet: Physics.
Gestalt.

Mindsight:
A sponge is an animal that sits in the sea and the skull. Both deemed alive but rather dull. A string is a point - shape shifting anon. God and the devil rolled into one. And every point a circle - a tube with a brain. Proteus Perfidious on a Clapham Junction train. A mantra or a madrigal. Mystical. Magical. Pavan for a deaf infante! I'll lead you all in the dance, said he.
Neutrinos in Casinos: Father, son and Holy Ghost. By the way, where's mama? They miss her the most.

Minima, Vacua, Dada The universe as flat as a pancake or as flat as an ocean? Without, at least, the smallest bump it's neither hubble, rubble or bubble. Dump the notion! Big bang? Which way did the one in the middle go and why? Gap in the middle? Particles with tails? If the mass was not particular why did it explode? I'll explain it in a ditty, I need no sonnet or fancy ode. Just contemplate eternity, energy, consciousness and commensense: