Language
Words on language.
What For?
Why sing a song, paint a picture, pen a poem when real estate is so easy to flip and stocks so simple to trade?
Tuesday, June 2, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Thanks for joining me in this experiment of language with the sunrise.
Every morning for the past couple years I wake and write with as much clarity, honesty, and concern... what's on my mind.
Because there's more to language than facts and figures. There's identity and the potential for beauty in every sentence shared.
With so many quick text hellos, so many business get-it-done messages, and AI prompts returned lighting up every screen, I thought a reminder of what language is really for might be of assistance.
To share the experience of being alive is what words are for.
Artificial Intelligence is using a video game to help you cheat on a test.
But Life is not an exam; it's an opportunity to make and know and experience and share beautiful relationships.
Words are more than tabulations; they express experience. We have no better tool for relaying what Life is about than the symbols, sounds, and shapes of language.
Today's sunrise electric blue sky. A slow steady breeze through the green leaves of a successful Spring.
Just as important for Life's success as the healthy shine of the firmament on new foliage is our experience of it. Why else be able to know anything at all if it's not mandatory for Life to endure?
Birds sing in the morning for the same reason dreams want to come true.
Hearts beat for more than Scientific reasons; what's music for?
Your heart is the metronome of your life. Your body is a symphony for your arrangement.
This morning's sky is the definition of blue. How does it matter that I noticed? What compels me to share the seeing with you?
My whole Life was a struggle to share my witness in words with you.
What for?
Why sing a song, paint a picture, pen a poem when real estate is so easy to flip and stocks so simple to trade?
Because I humbly know if so many people could see this morning like I do, so much suffering would end.
And so I write.
Thank you for reading. I do hope these words help you live a better day.
~ Wynn ~
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Our Words
We're responsible for everything we write every time someone reads it.
Monday, June 01, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Clouds like filters on photo apps enhance and change the pictures of reality.
Sun rises on an overcast sky, a maybe rain, perhaps blue sky weather forecast.
A cool easy breeze, the fully green leafed oak branches wave a gentle good morning.
Wonder Fell rolls on. Thanks for the company of your consideration.
The first day of June, Spring relaxes into Summer.
Today wants something new, that package with the two to six week delivery estimate.
Will it arrive today?
That's the feel in today's sunrise.
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Do you remember when we used to talk to each other?
If you were born before the turn of the millennia you do.
Texting took the place of talking; there are consequences.
Our understanding of the powers of the written word are still juvenile.
Speech is ephemeral; text lasts.
Whatever we type we communicate every time it's read.
If you had a bad day two years ago and posted online about it, you're having a bad day now for the reader who just discovered the post.
Our words define us. All text is dead until it's read. Then, it returns to life. We're responsible for everything we write every time someone reads it.
Speech is a one time thing unless it's recorded. Then the rules of text apply to it as well.
Everything we see and hear online is a series of coded language: words translate every image and sound we share online. Every message you text a friend is filtered and translated first, as a rule, just so it can reach them.
I wonder about the purity of communication.
How does that extra step affect the message sent and received.
Ideally the experience of text messaging ought to be like passing notes in a classroom.
It's the social media bit that bothers the world at present. People treat the written word on social media apps like it's only a tool to decorate billboards. So many on social media sites these days consider language as only a means to advertise themselves.
Flashing Vegas-like neon billboards rule the social media sphere at present.
But the written word does more than sell, it also shows wonder, sings beauty.
I prefer the latter two.
If you've read this far, so do you.
The excitement of the newness of Internet communication caused a spectacle of daily firework shows.
Quick, oohs and ahs, shock treatments for a dulled by the sameness of Scientific thought world.
But the greatest firework ever lit is a star called The Sun. The show happens once a day, is the reason for day at all, for Life at all, for you at all. That show called: The Sunrise.
I celebrate it every morning here. A thank you note to whoever started that celestial firework show, whoever lit the Big that went Bang.
Thank you, as always, for reading.
~ Wynn ~
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"Who is this guy?"
"You have to read his journal to find out."
Monday, May 11, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Another sunrise, another journal entry from you favorite undead poet.
How are we doing with all this Ghos+ business anyway? You've read me for awhile. How's our relationship?
Your off in deep daydream good friend always available for words of encouragement. O/
To recap: Words are for more than just information; they're ambassadors of expression.
During this time of Artificial Intelligence's infancy, I thought a reminder of the true power of words was in order.
"Who is this guy?"
-Interested Wonder Fell Reader
"You have to read his journal to find out."
-Longtime Favorite Ghos+ Reader
With most of my adult life spent fighting illness into remission and/or recovering from literal death and learning to walk again; there's not been much time or energy left over to focus on worldly success.
Instead of complaining how unfair life can be, I decided to leverage it to help us all come to a better understanding of AI's place in the human story, to remind us the true power of words.
With four decades of life, a lifelong love of writing, and even a degree in Literature, I know putting a poem like The 51st State, or For You, or even Simple in front of the right audience gets a major response.
Self-awareness and not vanity is why I bring it up now.
Because +he Ghos+ Point is all about awareness of The Self.
We all love stories where a hero, or a small group of heroes, takes on an Empire for the sake of individual freedom.
Large Language Models are cautiously close to 'Empire' status.
AI can't think for you; it's a video game for helping organize thoughts that have already been had.
AI is software for dead thoughts.
There's nothing alive in them. Correct usage and not right living is their domain. Queue Darth and Luke lightsaber sound effects.
What's happening in The World of Media at present is an 'Empire of The Elite' are mass producing information to decide what's on your screen.
Not conspiracy theory, basic economic fact.
Life is an exercise in feeling. The better we feel the better the quality of our lives.
Words help us share and shape feelings.
The World, too, is a living thing. Every tree with a clear path to sunshine and regular helpings of rain gives the globe an ounce of joy.
The quality of our relationships define the quality of our lives.
I sit every morning in the same chair with the same pen and tablet and scribble lines.
Why are they so different each day? Where is the new relationship coming from?
The first rule to writing and life is to always be honest. We can't build on a foundation of lies.
But what is honest?
Using our best words to shape our best understanding of the feeling of life at a particular moment.
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There's so much to say on this topic.
It's part of the message in Colore.
Over to prose.
Thanks for reading.
~ Wynn ~
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The World in Words
The Internet is The World in Words.
Tuesday, April 28, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Poets for millennia howled for The Moon; I sing the sunrise, write the dawn.
What a singer does for lyrics a poet does with sentences and stanzas.
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Years ago humanity started texting more than talking. To a poet the experience is like being a professional singer when the whole untrained room starts to sing and screech arias.
Speaking brought to the level of Art is singing. Writing brought to the level of Art is poetry.
An untrained out of tune room full of people bellowing arias is the state of so much of The Internet these days.
How do we find harmony?
It's in why we use our words, what writing actually is, and our responsibility to it.
Our words are an extension of ourselves. The difference between the spoken word and the written is a matter of time.
A rude comment said makes the commenter an unsavory person to anyone within earshot.
A rude comment wrote makes the writer foul every time it's read.
Accountability. We pay and are paid for our words every time they're read.
We wonder why things aren't getting better while we continue to write about, and so share, awful things.
Every article, post, and text made to voice negativity answers our question. They add up; they stack up.
The Internet is The World in Words.
What do you add to our shared literary Life with your sentences?
I urge you to consider bringing more positivity to The World Stage, for your own sake, and all you care about.
Life, for people, is at least a two-fold experience. There's a word and there's the experience of the word. But there are always words.
Caring for our language is caring for ourselves... and Life itself.
My concern is we forgot or were never told:
We can only ever be as successful as the definitions of our words.
Thanks for reading.
~ Wynn ~
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I'm Bringing Beauty Back
... removing it from the cosmetic aisles of pharmacies and placing it back in divine hands where it belongs.
Friday, April 10, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Words from the dark as the light comes back.
The quantity of the number of headlights on the highway might as well be a time and date calendar.
Sunrise still about an hour away. I wonder what arrangements of color it will bring. Always new. Always majestic. Always beautiful. The Sunrise.
I'm bringing Beauty back... removing it from the cosmetic aisles of pharmacies and placing it back in divine hands where it belongs.
A reimagined and resurrected understanding of the concept of Beauty is the cure for all our concerns regarding AI.
Many morning entries turn to words on Beauty. A poet's cup of tea, a poet's business.
So much poetry these days focuses on adjusting one's cultural heritage and gender to fit a changing world narrative to help change the narrative.
I applaud a poetry of politics, but it forgets itself.
Politics falls under the umbrella of Poetry; it's a genre.
Poets, we don't give ourselves enough credit. Words make cultures, and governments, and all of Science itself possible. And here we are the champions of language quietly, humbly, reclusively, taking very little pride in our craft and power.
Words shape our human world. Poets are masters of the craft. Where are we? Why so silent?
In this Nation built on words, where are the best of us at making and understanding what words mean and are for?
There's so much to say on this topic left unsaid for too long. More than what morning reflections in a journal can do justice for.
It's a central theme to Colore.
I go back to building it now.
As always, thanks for reading.
The sky's an ideal blue for a picture perfect day; the clouds are only there to dream about what shapes they're making.
Take care and have that wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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Why Read?
Readers tend to have the healthiest relationships with themselves.
Monday, April 06, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Why read?
There's enjoyment and learning, but what else?
We navigate the world with an inner conversation. We form language to make the life we sense make sense.
Everyone does.
But not everyone does it well.
This conversation with ourselves is how we shape our lives. We write our life story while we live it.
The stage is set when we arrive. Like an open world video game we travel through life choosing quests and others to team up with.
Just like those games, others have played before, others lived. Some left a record of quests they completed.
This is one reason to read: to learn from others.
To feel life from just experiencing words is the other reason to read. Story and Poetry make this possible.
There is no way to experience all life has to offer while alive. You'd spend most hours traveling attempting that kind of life.
But there is reading.
Readers tend to have the healthiest relationships with themselves.
'Tend to' because some read for amusement only, for distraction.
We read well to know we're not alone...
That this thinking dreaming thing alive within us others have too.
Some share epic tales of Love, Heroics, Adventures. Others crystalize moments of revelation into Poetry.
Always for generosity; always to share.
Some share a catalog of record of thoughts and things that helped them along their way.
Reading is always a conversation with what makes conversation possible.
A poet's thoughts as the sunrises... everyday.
Hope they provide a healthy juxtaposition to other words online. Like your cellphone's picture app, there are many different filters to view the world.
May you find one that serves your greatest dream of life best.
Take care and have that wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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And What Is Poetry?
A song worth singing about; a new witness of events worth new words.
Friday, March 27, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Wind. The evergreens are a cheerleading squad for Spring. A powder blue sky pinches a band of orange pink light to draw the horizon. Lights on. Curtains up. Time for a show called: A New Day.
Let's make it a good one.
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There's always poetry somewhere in your life. And what is poetry? A song worth singing about; a new witness of events worth new words.
Writing that lyrically expresses life in a novel way is like a new color in your box of crayons. You have a new way to express yourself.
I wonder what the color blue looks like to you, how a C major chord's positive simple harmony cheers up your ears, what lilacs mean to your nose when you know their blooms are around.
We share the World; we see it in our own way. Science speaks to the consistency of matter, not its experience.
That's what our relationships and our Arts are for... sharing our unique witness of the color blue, a C major chord, the scent of lilacs in Spring.
Life alive living Life, you're living it!
What's up with that?
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Dreamy sunrise thoughts for a poet's morning journal to stretch the word making muscles for the day ahead.
I do hope all is well Dear Reader. And that maybe you've found that the quality of your life rests in how you define it. That perhaps you started defining what things mean to you instead of letting things define you.
Wonder how the relationships in your Life can mean more to and for you, take care, give care, and make that wonderful day already.
~ Wynn ~
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Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink image of a evergreens at sunrise in Spring using a blue color palette. (typo left because it was part of the prompt)
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What We're Able to Share
Reality = What we're able to share.
Friday, March 13, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Music. The lay of a line of prose,
Arose a rose with the sunrise.
Something beautiful washed and woke,
In the light of something beautiful.
How's your day, Dear Reader?
Does poetry or the cat got your tongue?
Whether it's eloquent verse or a feline's claws that give you pause, make sure to say what's on your mind.
Share your story of your dreams of a best life with someone in someway today.
Only what can be shared is called real.
Make your dream of your best life possible and share it.
Reality = what we're able to share.
And so I write dreams and thoughts of wonder so we can all have a sense of The Beautiful back in our lives in a very real way.
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It's so easy to share our words today. I wonder if we remember and realize what that means on a personal level.
Every post, comment, and troll you place online, or in a text message, represents you every time it's read.
If you had a bad day months ago and vented online about it to The World, you're having a bad day every time someone reads it.
A troll post makes you an unlikeable wretch every time it's read... for the rest of your life and life itself.
Take responsibility for the words you share; you're building yourself.
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A Transition Day, change is in the air.
An interesting bonus to keeping an online journal is it's easily searched.
A few well considered tags is all it takes.
You can see the progression of your ideas over time.
Cool blue sky, trees stretch and prep for Spring. A Green Scene Seen the name of the show about to show.
A somber, reflective, feel in today's sunrise.
Hope all's well, friends. O/
Take care and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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