Beauty
A Poet's thoughts on Capital B, Beauty. (also known as 'My Job.')
The Kind of Work I Do
2025.12.28
Sunday, December 28, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
"What a thing to do... write each day at dawn this Epic Letter Poem."
-Interested Reader
"Well, I was here anyhow and it's rude not to include you."
-Friendly Poet Including You
Thanks for reading.
...
It's amazing; we rarely consider it. Give it a thought or two... what happens when we read.
What these symbols called letters do ought to fill us all with wonder.
Here we are having a conversation of sorts.
And though, we've not met in person, though there's no pictures or videos of me here, I can wave to you. O/
And though, you don't see my humbly handsome self greeting you, you do recognize me somehow.
So who are you reading while you read Wynn?
That's the true reason for +he Ghos+ avatar... to make that point.
It only takes a couple hundred words, maybe a poem or two, perhaps a look at Colore; to see there's no way I'm AI.
The rhythm and context of my words are my own.
What we are transcends algorithms.
All that Life is cannot fit in a line of computer code because it requires what's alive to make it.
There's something more than human about being alive.
Yes, I'm talking about spirit, about dreams, about what happens while you read, about how you know me. O/
We are our dreams and what we choose to do with them.
It's important we remember as AI establishes itself in our lives the reasons why we are irreplaceable. It comes down to our relationship with dreams.
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At times Wonder Fell appears to delve into deep thought metaphysics, but these ideas are soon obligatory for us to understand what living is about as AI makes more and more of what we defined necessary obsolete.
If you think a robot version of you would do a better job at being you, then you better reassess your definition of what it means to be human.
Being human is about what we choose to do with our dreams and whatever the heck Love is all about.
Beauty, Joy, Wonder... the realms and work of The Poet. We've been quieted and misunderstood in my Country... overlooked by default.
Our current National state of affairs owes itself to the neglect of the kind of work I do.
What good is freedom without a basic recognition of Life's intrinsic values?
Poets, not price tags, define value.
You don't want a new car, house, jewelry, or more money. You want the experience of having them.
Poets paint experience in words, so we can better understand how to best express our lives.
What constitutes a good life remains regardless the time, but the stuff of our lives, the toys and tools, change.
Those toys and tools are sleeping metaphors waiting for Poets and Artists alike to show the morality of, to show how they fit, how they best serve a wonderful and good life.
This poet O/, at present, is tackling AI and Identity in this Internet Age.
A daily journal, with no bio or pics, is the best genre to do so.
Thanks for reading.
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Our Science and Our Politics are out of sync. Our stories don't serve us well-enough. It's why we're falling apart.
An Epic Saga is the best Poet's Genre to show this.
Enter Colore.
Wish me well while I return to writing it for us.
As always, thank you for your time and consideration, take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 💬speech_balloon
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a ghost writing in an ancient library dressed as a poet in the style of a magical line drawing sketch.
Image courtesy of Grok Imagine, A Few Line Drawing Artists, and +he Ghos+, December 2025
Archaic Slab
Snow in the Dark
2025.12.14
Sunday, December 14, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day?
A good day for a good day.
A day with and worth many positive platitudes and cliches...
Time to rise and shine.
Get your game face on.
You got this.
On with our show...
...
'Snow in the Dark,' a good title for a pop rock album or a beach read thriller.
Maybe an ironic name of the playlist you listen to while you tan at the beach reading.
You always were clever and ironic and iconic... at least in your dreams.
...
Business in the air.
Though the words are of Hope, dreams and inspirations; though there's poetry and prose; this is my work, my business, my job.
Art is only a hobby if you don't share it.
That's my personal reason for thanking you so often for reading.
We craft things to better express and help ourselves.
We make Art to better express and help The World.
Your artistic creations give Life a new way to express itself. Thank you.
A new species of flower blooms from every new painting, poem, and song.
Why is a flower beautiful?
Someone should ask a poet.
Glad you asked.
Because even Mother Nature wants to be loved.
And Beauty incites Love.
What we recognize as Beautiful we love.
And we want what we love to know it is Beautiful.
Words, songs, brushstrokes, are all excellent ways to express to what we love their beauty.
This is not limited to only romantic relationships.
I find each sunrise beautiful, and so I write the sunrise; share words for the dawn.
Our understanding of Beauty is off, corroded by a century or two of quick fix imagery machines.
We confuse The Beautiful with the pretty and are left feeling empty.
Beauty incites love. Pretty pleases the eye.
A Beautiful object is always pleasing to all the senses.
But there's more.
There's more to Love than looking good.
What more?
That's up to you to express to what you find Beautiful.
Thank you for reading, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🪭folding_hand_fan
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a flower in bloom in a snowstorm at night under the moon in the style of a magical Art Nouveau painting using pastel colors and bright lighting.
Images courtesy of Ms. Copilot (DALLE-3, MAI, and GPT-4o models respectively), Some Art Nouveau Artists, and +he Ghos+, December 2025
Archaic Slab
Every Cathedral
2025.11.08
Saturday, November 08, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
It starts with a dream.
Whatever it is you wish for, you want; the reality of it starts with a dream.
Our dreams seek expression.
We give them words; we give them brushstrokes; we give them music.
We give them semi-colons, too.
Some of us, sometimes do.
Glad you're here. O/
On with our show...
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The idea of Wonder Fell is to get you dreaming on purpose again.
Think of a dream as a destination. So many start their days not knowing where they're going before they get in the metaphorical car, so they feel life is without purpose because they lack a dream of purpose.
Dream your purpose, dream on purpose, then live your dream.
I picked up a mantle of sorts, what poets and poetry is for.
The power of the written word, all it can do, recognition and reverence for it is lacking in our world.
The word Beauty no longer translates to what it means.
Let's fix that.
There's a cathedral and there's an everyday house. A cathedral is beautiful.
Isn't your home worth as much?
What does it take to build a cathedral?
Reverence, awe, a recognition that life is a divine gift goes into the placement of every board and stone.
Regardless your chosen faith, your life, Life itself was created.
Your words for what created Life define more than your religion.
They frame your whole dream of Life.
An Atheist believes we're a hiccup of stuff in the Universe, a cosmic Bang.
They leave out the reality of imagination and the necessity of dreaming from their houses.
Every cathedral is built with the stories of the faithful.
Your home is built with the stories of your life.
Your life is fashioned with the stories, the dreams, you feed yourself.
Best watch what you eat.
"Do you believe in God, Wynn?"
-Wonderful Wonder Fell Reader
I don't need to; Life is too well designed to be an accident.
For some reason people are given choice. We should be thankful for it. There is so much wonder and good to choose to experience here.
Better choices is what the world lacks, not divine intervention.
Choice is what humanity is about.
How to make a good one is shown to us by how our stories work.
We all cheer when the hero wins.
What's up with that?
What is Up is what's up with that.
Speaking of stories, Verse 1, Part 2 of Colore is up last night. Perhaps you read it.
Thank you.
Every Friday, at the very least, I'll release more.
Be your life's hero, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 📜scroll
Same Prompt🤔: Create an inspiring image of an angel building a cathedral at dawn in the style of a magical anime impressionist painting.
Starved for Adjectives
2025.11.07
Friday, November 07, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Up and at 'em. O/
Glad you're here.
Oh, the peace of late, late nights and early mornings!
Hope you've known a few.
How to bring that calm into the day?
There's a certain slow easy way the Sun sets and rises.
Each rise and fall sets a rhythm, sets a tone.
I wonder if we remember our best work, our best living, happens in focused intentional moments of purpose on purpose.
There's a calm competency that comes when we're living well. It's easier to feel in the early morning and late at night.
Go! Go! Go! sparks the metronome at noon.
Coffee, Coffee, Go, Go! Whoa! And Go some more! is the trumpet call for so many.
There's no way to know happiness in that kind of life; there's only distractions and shock treatments.
If you can't find joy in a sunrise, or gratitude in a sunset from time to time, you're the scourge of the World.
You serve shock treatments more than yourself.
Do your work, certainly, but do it for the reason that Life is worth living, worth feeling.
There's more to living than living another day.
There's wonder, there's hope, there's kindness, and finding out what love is all about.
And Beauty.
Oh, sweet Beauty what did we do to you?
Gone and made you superficial.
Wow.
Where are the cathedrals, the works of Art?
Did we bury poetry in a scientific heap? Is life so cheap to be worth only numbers?
Words, I resurrect your power.
Nouns and numbers, the world starves for adjectives.
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Speaking of words, today is Friday so later another verse from Colore will post here.
To post it fresh as it's made has brought some interesting results.
As it deals directly with American Themes, the author's (O/) feelings on the subject matter are charged with the Spirit of the Country at present.
Being as I'm the author, and taking into account the current state of the American Spirit... yikes.
There's a divide: The Upset and The Upheaval.
We need to believe in ourselves again.
That comes down to a common language to discuss our ways and days.
There aren't two ways to talk about America; there's millions.
We try to make government a team sport, right aisle versus left, when in fact Government, in The United States, is supposed to be a team effort.
All of Us help all of Us.
We forgot how much we matter to each other.
Forgot how much it matters we care about each other.
We're being reminded.
So, I'll place at least another verse here later today or tonight.
Thanks for reading, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🚮put_litter_in_its_place
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a Gnome dressed up in formal business attire wearing sunglasses watching a sunrise over a city landscape in the style of a cross-hatching anime illustration using a red, white and blue color palette.
New-New Hampshire: Muse
For The Muse
Simple
I'm not for pre-fixes,
I'm for love.
Not for politics' weight,
On the wings of the dove.
When push comes to push,
And shove comes to shove,
My life is not for spectacle;
My life is for love.
The Sky Goes Wonderful
Once in a blue moon the sky goes wonderful.
And all I think about is the moon.
And you... marvelous you.
And chocolate...
And apple pie...
And I wonder...
Chocolate...
And apple...
And pie...
The apple pie.
The chocolate.
The Marvel Us.
Just you.
Just me.
And chocolate...
And apple...
And pie...
And
Just
Us.
Makes Sense
The world is
(n)either right
(n)either wrong
Anymore.
There’s no more
War anymore.
Well, maybe
That one.
The world is
Not too long,
Or too short
Anymore.
Not too much of
Much too much
Anything much
Anymore.
But this one thing is true:
That when I see you,
And you’re there,
And the stars,
And all that
Romantic shit
Is in the atmosphere,
Then the world is clear.
Life means something.
When you’re there,
And there’s that
Romantic shit
in the air,
The card aisle makes sense.
Hasta
Un dia,
Un dia mas
no sera,
no sera
necessario
ser un dia
ser un dia mas
necessario
a solas.
The Reason
Why do you look
Like everything I ever wanted?
Why do you look at me
Like the only thing I ever asked for?
The only reason
For the fight back was to see the way
You
Look at me.
Cada Vez
Letras que necesitan un cantante;
Palabras que quieren una canción.
Porque me preguntaste si podía;
Porque pensé que deberías saberlo.
Cada vez,
Cada vez,
Te veo.
¡Hay baile otra vez
En mi corazón!
Cada vez,
Cada vez,
Te veo.
¡Hay fuego otra vez
En mi corazón!
Cada vez,
Te veo,
Te deseo
más que
el ultima vez.
Cada vez,
Cada vez,
Te veo.
Diode Hung
Blues don’t fill shoes because
Blues ain't got nowhere
Shoes
Should you choose to choose to choose
This blues man, run as fast as he can
Man.
Should you be with me in that tree
When the lights go down on
Town,
And we see what things are under
Every star in new shoes under
Moonlight.
Right wherever you are tonight
This mind's on fire for your
Desire.
I’d run twice around the world,
But here you are in
Pixels.
And though I can’t kiss you, I can
Keep you in these comfortable
soles.
Each sole of these
Shoeless paid
My dues-yes-
Soles.
Sweet entreat you,
And me complete should meet
By pixel light binary delight the one to the zero,
I’m your hero, you’re my zero making my one sprung.
This Diode hung
hanging I
s
full
o
f wonder
full hung diode
spring
sprung
this one
and I’m
hung like
a diode
with this
ode to
you. Are
you twice
across the
world or
here binary
beautiful
love at first
byte you
here or twice
way half round
the whole world.
One plus Zero never
equaled two me and you
and the light too, are one.
Your Metaphorical Heart
This one is brilliant.
Dancing genuine dances.
Eyes blush, roll beautiful.
Nervous with her wonderful.
Strong how she survives a solar storm of too little,
Too many bits of light, the normal world calls magnificent.
The world has never been enough for you in being too much.
Too much what others do looks nothing
Like you in quiet moments; that you
You call genuine You.
But how to say it through wanting words
So an empty magnificent world would ever understand?
If only you had someone to tell you what causes
You so much loneliness is so much connection to so much else.
The so much else so many won’t ever see a connection to.
How can you be content in a world unable to recognize
How much love you hold in your metaphorical heart?
You remake The World.
Forever Moon Skies
I'd stare at the moon
All day.
All night.
Once with Love
Once with the memory
Of Love.
Without thought I'd feast
On moonlight and the memory
Of moonlight.
The Spirit
Of the Moon
And I
On the hillside in neglect
Of what others want
Of me.
What each night sky knows
Each sunrise lacks.
That Star.
That bully star!
Always
On the way,
(in the way)
Of
A perfect night sky.
Is there a galaxy anywhere
Untouched by starlight
Where poets sit on hillsides
In communion with forever moon skies
Unencumbered by the gravity
Of a ravenous star?
Saudade
Being too empty, being too full of love, for something too far away.
Rain.
Heavy sometime during the night. The puddles are ponds.
The energy is low and warm like snow is pregnant.
Snow is bound waiting for tomorrow. Rain is right now.
Pay attention: The rain demands attention right now.
I would like to have a day of sun be treated like a day of rain.
Landscapers and Laborers will see a day of rain and take the day off.
Dreamers and Lovers should see a day of sun and take the day off.
Not much dreaming or right kind of loving can be done on a sun-filled day.
We forget the beach on a rainy day;
But the beach loves a rainy day.
Someone to share a day of rain with.
Someone who is not: ‘not going out today.’
Someone regarding the rain shush the shock
And shake swagger of the sunshine days.
Someday a man has to face the prayer in his heart.
(Sao-
-Dhaj
-Eh’)
Thunder
Never a sunny day
Always never sunshine,
Even on a sunny day
A Sunshine- My dream.
(Sao-dhaj-eh’)
My sunshine.
Even on a sunshine day.
Where is my rain
My sunshine
Rain rainy
day
Today when the world is at bay
I can say what I say in a way
In this
way
I can
play
all day
and say
what I say
in this way
in the
rain, in the
rain, in this rain
all day
we can
play we
can say
Nothing.
My Sunshine,
My Saudade, (Sao-dhaj-eh’)
My Rain
We would do
Do nothing at all
We would do
Do alone together
We would do
Do Sunshine.
Do Rain.
If ever I do find you,
My Sunshine
My Saudade
My Rain.
A Certain Sad
Sad today.
That welcomed warm sad.
The sad you want to stay.
That certain sad missing piece.
You’ll never know peace,
Without this missing piece.
Sad day right day to be with
That thing. That: -thing-thing-.
The only beautiful: -thing-thing-.
Rain day, sane day, window-pane day.
I’ve been casting not casting -Love.
Love Itself: That: -Thing-Thing
This welcomed sweet May rain.
This wonderful day to share with
-no one- or -only one-
So much grief in Beauty
That lost quiet sweet
-sad- sweet quiet loss.
Hope we meet for Ancient
Love before we die.
Long sad old soul Love.
Perhaps later, plan our days.
Talk of past dreams, today dreams,
Future dreams: Even that dream.
Sad today.
That welcomed warm sad.
The sad you want to stay.
This Bay Window
It is definite just before death, I will rest my hand,
On this necessary neglected bay window.
But will I be absolved to keep the memories of:
When I held your soft creased palms, honest and adored in mine,
When your so close fingers, soft swept open my hard sullen knuckles,
When our acquitted embrace meant I made it, meant you made it,
Meant we made it?
Will I release reassured the persistent insistent long call of your touch,
Knew everything about this -right now- kind of unkind living,
And all the sins a soul will save to save itself?
For Pablo, Para Ti
“Soneto XVII
o te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio
o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.
Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva
dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,
y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo
el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra.
Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde,
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera,
sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres,
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía,
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño.”
-Pablo Neruda
For Pablo, Para Ti
I don’t love you like salt rose, topaz
Or a detonation of carnations that set fire wild-
Like assured obscured impressions love.
I love you -in secret- between shadow and soul.
I love you like a plant that does not bloom,
But carries hidden within, the light of its flowers,
And thanks to your love, the secret scent
Of the Earth’s kept-safe love, lives in me.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or where.
I love you direct- without problems or pride:
I don't know any other way to love.
Their way says I am not you, nor you me,
But your hand on my chest is my breath,
Your eyes close to be my dream.
My Most Powerful Peace
I’m crazy for a certain Muse.
This real body corporeal.
Sacrosanct, corporeal.
My sense jumped
At the sound of fireworks.
A grand finale
Here you are again.
A gain for one spirit
Dancer heart entrancer.
So much power.
My flower.
Your skin petal soft Cotton
Covered stomach peach fuzz fire.
Under breast and nip
And neck ear lip and lip
And tongue in
Then in more.
Only word in the world:
More.
We never end.
We never leave but believe.
This body is a king's castle.
You are my queen.
My most beloved,
Most powerful peace.
She Still
She still holds the night under the waves a lake can make.
She still keeps safe the dream of the moon.
A flower, a tree, or you and me, can’t be without the dark.
Too much of anything will kill you.
Someone tell the sun.
The moon shines back the light for you and me and love.
The Products of Beauty
2025.10.01
Wednesday, October 01, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Time to loop some lines.
It's a warm-up btw, a stretch. The first sentence after I write the date.
Years ago, decades really, whenever I'd get that 'stuck what do I write next' feeling, I'd just write: "Just write 'Good Morning, it's always a wonderful way to start.'"
Then the writing was in motion, and we know objects and artists tend to stay in motion unless interrupted, so just keep going.
It's also why I set up shop first thing in the morning: Less chance for interruptions.
Of course each sunrise is beautiful, but there's also practical reasons for getting up so early to start working.
Though, Beauty has its own practicality, its own sense.
As I'm a poet, and Beauty is one of my duties to discuss and define, let's send the daydreams in that direction.
On with our show...
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It's potential.
The seed that reaches its fullest potential grows the most beautiful flower. We get a swell of pride to witness something living its best life.
We confuse Cosmetics with Beauty, try to make them synonymous, but they're not.
The acts of the application of 'Beauty Products' requires a careful consideration to detail, requires a dedication to how your projected expression is received.
How well you project your dream of yourself to the world determines how Beautiful you are.
One of my co-workers said, "Truth is Beauty..." and he was right. Beauty is a show of sincerity.
Some spend hours preparing themselves to go out: Make-up! Fashion! Tweeze!
It's the act of caring how others perceive you that shines the most.
Fashion and Cosmetics are not vain institutions; they're a public service.
Seriously.
It comes down to self-expression.
We dress our moments when we dress ourselves.
Choice. The seed that chooses best what to do with the sunlight makes the most beautiful flower.
Same with you.
For all aspects of your life.
Those who best express the dream of themselves to the world appear Beautiful.
A person with a simple dream of life dressed in a clean T-shirt and jeans makes a Beautiful sight.
Fashion is not about sex appeal, unless that's the intent of the wearer of the fashion.
A Make-up Artist is an Artist, every face a canvas.
...
Flannel season! Happy October.
Perhaps the patterns of flannel match the foliage of Autumn, perhaps it's the comfort the material brings, the warmth from the colors of Autumn.
A new rhythm in the sunrises of the past couple days. Change in the Season, change in the air.
As always, thanks for reading.
Take care, dress your dream simple or sensational, but always be clearly expressed, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🥮moon_cake
Same Prompt: Create an image of people in a park at sunrise in New England at Dawn in Autumn in the style of a magical fashion designer's notebook sketch.
The Moon for Breakfast
2025.09.08
Monday, September 8, 2025
Good morning The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome back. O/
Hope all's well.
On with the show...
...
The Moon!
For breakfast!
For an alarm clock...
Shine bright, right through my window.
A Full Corn Moon right now.
Complete with an eclipse.
Did you know each full moon has a name, has many names?
Each name is a representative for the time of year and what seeing that particular cycled full moon means to a specific culture.
The moon's a clock and a calendar.
Time to harvest corn around here.
It's an interesting exercise to look up the various names of each full moon.
It's a history lesson into many ancient cultures.
Of course there's magic in it, too.
We can hardly talk about The Moon without talking about magic.
Life wouldn't exist without The Moon.
Seriously scientifically would not exist.
The Moon makes the ocean wave. O/
The Moon is responsible for so much.
The Moon shook the snow globe called Earth.
And Look!
The waters moved and brought forth all these creatures.
Really.
The Moon nudged the Earth, shook the celestial snow globe, and here we are... viewable humanity to a cosmic audience.
And now the sunrise.
Soft pastel blue to white to touch the horizon just the right shade of metallic orange glow to signal the start of a peaceful September day.
Perfect weather to harvest some corn.
But your ancestors knew that already.
And so did The Moon.
...
A potted African Violet sits on the table to my left.
I downloaded an app around a year ago to help me better care for it.
Since that time its sprouted many flowers.
At present there are three joyful blooms waving out the window to The Corn Moon.
Technology will never be beautiful, but it can nurture what's beautiful.
In fact, I believe that ultimately is what technology is for: to help create and nurture what's beautiful.
It takes our recognition and concern to foster and create beautiful things.
Every flower in bloom requires the care and attention of its whole environment to become truly beautiful.
If that means a little AI and a cellphone app, that's just fine with this African Violet, The Corn Moon alarm clock, and me.
Take care, enjoy today, encourage something beautiful to grow, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🌝full_moon_with_face
Same Prompt: Create an image an African Violet on a table by a window with the light of a full moon shining on it in the style of a magical Disney Impressionist painting.
Beautiful
2025.08.10
Sunday, August 10, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Promptly. O/
Good to be read by you again.
Hope all's well.
Time for a spell.
Here we go.
On with our show...
...
Full moon gives way to dawn... game on.
How's your day?
Magical or mundane, enjoy it.
Writing wants writing about this morning; we lean on what we love.
You should have some artistic pursuit, some creative way to express yourself to know a full life.
Though everything we do is an act of creation.
Dream -> Thought -> Action: That's the way we work.
It's why I pragmatically preach the importance of intentional dreaming.
Get your dreams preloaded.
That's an examined, intentional, meaningful life.
"Thought-action, thought-action, thought-action, AI! Computers are better at my life!"
- Reader Who Hasn't Learned the Power of Dreams
Dreaming enriches your spirit.
It gives you a larger, more diverse pool to draw from.
...
I'm glad for AI; it unshackles so much of us.
It's dire we see it this way.
Creating machines to do work we depend on our bodies to do now frees us up for more of what life can be about...
Is about, for people: Dreams and doing dreams.
We can focus, at last, on what's Beautiful.
That's capital 'B' Beautiful.
Huh?
The world, most especially in America, needs to have a discussion to form a better common understanding of what Beauty is if we're to survive.
We think cosmetics and sex appeal at present, when we ought to think in terms of the apt expression of an ideal dream.
Beauty is the measure of the successful manifestation of a dream.
The rose that best expresses every possibility of its seed is the most Beautiful rose.
A car that clearly demonstrates its designer's dream of that car is a Beautiful automobile.
A romantic relationship where both dreams of love are best expressed to each other and received, is a Beautiful relationship.
In any relationship, from friend to business partner, Beauty shows from the successful application of the shared dream of the relationship.
When you genuinely love and care for yourself your Beauty shines through.
That's where the mix-up with cosmetics comes from.
Make-up and fashion don't make us Beautiful.
The care and self-concern involved in their application does.
You don't need them to be Beautiful, but you do need the attention of care for yourself that drives people to focus on their outward appearance.
A person driven by a dream realizes the importance of good health and hygiene. Those habits help bring their dream to life.
Someone deeply immersed in seeing their dreams come true can be make-up free in a clean T-shirt and jeans and will appear Beautiful.
Take care of the dream of yourself today, be true to it to be Beautiful, and make wonderful this wonderful day.