Society
Thoughts on society as of late...
Something Called Empathy
2025.07.02
Wednesday, July 02, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
O/
Welcome back.
Sunshine, daydreams, the dream of today, you and I and what reading can do.
Hope things are well.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Transition Day. Punto, period, punto.
Like the world rearranged parts while you slept, like everything in your life is somehow different, like the ingredients are all the same but something poured sugar or salt over all the pieces of your life while you were dreaming.
Like today.
I know Transition Days happen to you, too.
It's my work to consider such things.
If you ever felt or said: "Something about this feels different or not right or too easy," then you know about Transition Days.
Things fall into place, the previously stuck ball starts to roll for no apparent reason at all... change happened.
Measurable by the experience of juxtaposing old memories to new events and having their relationships bring about unexpected results.
Change isn't in the air; it is the air on a Transition Day.
A rather loud one this morning, for me.
"What's changed, Ghos+?"
- Good Reader with a Very Good Question
That's the way and reason for days like today, to find out what changed to trigger the new feelings.
It's like when something is upsetting a good friend of yours.
They don't mention it to you, nothing about their body language is different, but you sense it.
There's a lot more going on with what feelings are for than just what physical touch can do.
The unspoken sad dreams of a friend can bring you down.
Their unsaid joys can lift you up, too.
I know you know this truth true.
If you ever cared about anything deeply you have something called: Empathy.
You also have my respect, my hopes, and my joy.
Empathy is the missing ingredient in our lives today.
Lack of it explains every newscast we roll our eyes at, shake our heads at.
If you read me much chances are you're an empathic person.
The best kind of person.
The kind living right.
Not such an easy thing to be empathic and free, but it's the best kind of life.
A knowing, a sense, that others are feeling life too and we feel something, our experience is changed, because they are... that's empathy.
It's crucial to the success of everyone that we recognize the reality of empathy.
And take responsibility for it.
The emotional tone of every person, place, or thing is directly affected by our own tone.
There's a whole felt world we never see but we feel... together.
Recognize how you feel for no reason at all, find a reason, do something about it, see how it affects the rest of your day in unexpected ways, take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Nap
2025.06.19
Thursday, June 19, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day? O/
Better than yesterday?
In some way, somewhere, it is.
Hope you recognize it.
Glad you're here.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Later than usual wake up for Abe and I.
Which means a still early wake up for most.
I like early mornings and late nights, middle times can be so noisy.
Afternoon's megaphone insistence on what must be done is almost always a place best suited for me to take a nap.
Remember that when you were so young?
In Kindergarten, or Day Care, in the afternoon everyone grabbed their blankets and pillow and took a nap.
Imagine a corporation instituting the same policy.
Everyone lays down in their cubicle for an hour or so... off grid.
We'd have to change our whole understanding and definition of productivity to adopt such a way.
Have to redefine success, too.
With so many miserable millionaires in the world, reshaping our myth on what success looks and feels like is long overdue.
So many, still, are working so hard to just pay bills or to earn a hard fought million dollar misery.
Those with what is called fortune and fame tend to be the most privately miserable lot of humanity.
Work.
Good honest work you love that helps the world somehow is the only thing that ever brings any lasting joy.
The world knows very little about its most successful people because successful people are too busy enjoying their work to tell you about it.
Success is measured by early morning affirmations and late at night recognitions.
You want to wake up; you're proud to call it a day.
Take care, recognize one thing you're proud to have done today before you go to sleep, look forward to being able to do something like it when you wake up, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Perhaps the Pachyderm
2025.06.16
Monday, June 16, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Hey. O/
Welcome back.
Peace.
Even the blue jays are relaxed.
Takes a lot to chill out a blue jay.
Being the color blue in nature is a lot of work.
How's your day?
Idyllic Spring in New England temps and sky for the stage today.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Change in each sunrise the past few days.
The words agree.
When you make a constant you recognize variables.
The past few morning journal entries want for something.
Something is not being said and wants saying.
The writer's job is to recognize it and say it.
There's an elephant in the room and no one is talking about it because no one knows elephants exist.
The Poet's job? Define the elephant.
Perhaps the pachyderm will prove describable today.
Perhaps the pachyderm was the point that poet's define what's gone unnamed and the exercise is over.
That feels right.
We haven't known what to do with poets in America, haven't the time.
But every once and awhile one of us comes along and every course of events in the Nation is changed.
Words are how we live, how we get things done.
Poets breathe life into old words and make them new.
Everything done with words, and so everything, is made new through The Poet.
And here you are thinking I'm a sweet chocolate Valentine's Day Card warm fuzzy guy.
I am, of course, but there's a whole lot more.
From Epic Poets to Biblical Prophets, poets, poets, poets have always held a place of great respect and purpose in great civilizations.
"Did you know your words can do this, too?"
- Great Poet Who Big Brother is Definitely Watching
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Another... there's so much more to say mornings...
Call it reference material for afternoon writing sessions.
Hope all's well.
Take care, reconsider the evolutionary importance of poetry, thank a poet and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Talks About It
2025.05.23
Friday, May 23, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
O/ Yo-yo-yo.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Love. We ought to talk about it.
Seeing as I'm a Poet and it's one of our job expectations, and I'm feeling as true to my work as ever this morning, it's a good time.
"It's his journal. He's a Poet."
- Dedicated Reader
"Is he gay?"
-Clueless Victim of Society
The quick easy answer to that question is no. An emphatic no.
For me, it's always been women.
The more important response is the question both breaks my heart and pisses me off.
In a world of billions, if you're lucky enough to have someone love you in a way you recognize to love back, consider yourself blessed.
Plumbing preferences are political; sex is private intimate partnership.
Two choices make and sustain love, not a society's expectations.
If you're proud to be, 'Gay, Straight, Bi, Pick-a-Prefix,' you're proud to be political and not in love.
Quick fix swipe left, swipe right club floor barroom hook-ups lack intimacy and so lack a chance for love.
If you won't do it sober, you shouldn't do it.
A good rule for everything, most especially sex.
It's a disservice to your body, your compassion, and the dream of what it means to be human.
Poets sing about love because we're all about relationships.
A new relationship of anything to anything else makes a new metaphor.
To make metaphors: Is what the meta is for.
Our whole experience of life is defined by how we pick two objects not usually associated and define a new understanding from the partnership with words to give new meaning to the interactions the pairing creates.
To share these new relationships with words is the work of The Poet.
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Light rain again today; the grackles are back.
Crows you'd call them if you didn't know much about birds.
But if you look closer a grackle is a rainbow's shine against a night sky.
There are rainbows, and a world stuck in the dark, stuck in our language of love.
But Life has always been about living color and falling in Love is always done best at night.
Politics provide a place for Love to exist in intimacy and safety.
Recognition of a shared dream and not prefixes of plumbing preference define potential love.
Take care, love something on purpose, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
A Great Dream
2025.05.06
Tuesday, May 6, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
O/ WB. :)
How's your sky?
Overcast white-gray here. April's showers spilled into May, a big year for growth, lots of seeds to fill.
Setting the steps for an abundant show of flora and tree, tree, leaves, so many a plenty; plenty of leaves on each tree spectacle.
Ma sets up a fantastic Summertime color show.
A good year for farmers, a good year for the eyes too, the lungs too.
How'd you sleep?
Dreams creep or shine?
Either way hope you're feeling fine.
On with our show...
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Been quite a year for my morning journal. The usual solipsistic idiosyncratic big word stream of conscious what you thinking about today, just for me-show; turned into a how-you-do-here's-some-poet's-thoughts-for-you convention.
Hope it brings you quiet reflective moments, a chance to use your pocket screen to feed your wonder and not just wonder what the weather is self.
It's important, mandatory I'd even say, that we keep our imaginations at the forefront of what we think of when we think of ourselves, or AI will make us feel obsolete.
We're dreamers first, thinkers next, hungry stomachs last.
We've put that order in reverse for far too long.
Backwards thinking leads to de-evolution, looking like a cool catalog of human memory or not.
New dreams spark evolution. Knowledge means a finished dream. It makes a tool ready to make new dreams to grow new knowledge.
AI is a great finished dream ready to help bring to life a new understanding of what it means to be human, an opportunity to better use our dreams to evolve as a race.
AI can, and so should, foster, build, and operate machines to keep us fed.
Think of what we can dream and build together with our stomach's needs automatically met!?
Interrobang worthy, for sure.
This is not utopian thinking, but a plausible reality.
To make self-sufficient farm machines to grow and harvest food to feed us all.
It's easy to implement with the advances in AI.
The only thing in the way is a cultural shift in our thinking on what is important and a letting go of the past.
9 to 5 is obsolete when we're ready to start the process of evolution.
Dreams first. Thoughts, with AI's help, to implement those dreams. Physical sustenance cared for on auto-pilot.
A Great Dream to see done.
The technology is here to end world hunger when we're ready.
Are we ready?
Take care, answer a good ghostly question, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Every Piece of Your Peace
2025.04.28
Monday, April 28, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome back. O/
Early morning, an hour an a half before sunrise.
Sat with the wonderous Wonder Fell Way wondering what to say more than Good Morning.
That's the time; that's the situation.
On with our show...
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"How do you know what to write about every morning, Ghos+?"
- Curious Reader.
I don't.
It's the rhythm of the day; I capture it in sentences.
What the sunrise drops for a bassline and beat this seasoned jazz musician sets out his solo improvisation in metrically shaped dream pics, for you.
Just riffing on the rhythm rhyme of a new day's sunshine.
Jazzy Epic is the feeling of this day.
Old established songbook favorites done in an idiosyncratic fantastic fashion.
How's the day with you?
Sleep well? Cast a witches spell?
All's well that ends it, though the ends never justify the means.
Nothing good is ever accomplished with murder, with war; because the way a thing is done is an ingredient in the finished thing.
You put garlic in the soup, you eat garlic soup.
You put war in peace, you eat a piece of war with every piece of your peace.
When we stop viewing and valuing what's worst about us as a means to get what's best, Life will be a peaceful place worth living in.
When everyone ignores and denies a warmonger's value war ends.
Period.
When you stop feeding a Beast the Beast dies.
Want to end the strife in your life?
Stop feeding it.
Eat other dreams that fill you full of your best dream of life.
We tell a dog: "Your wound won't heal if you keep licking it." While we lick our wounds, paying attention to and mulling over how to use what hurt us in the past to better serve our future.
Cut it out. Let it alone and let it heal.
Focus on what's important to you and do it in the manner you want to keep doing it.
The means are the ends.
If you have to beat yourself up to accomplish anything good, your definition of good means beating yourself up.
Cut it out.
The means are the ends.
Different rhythm today, pep talk for a friend.
Hey, friend. O/
Take care, do you your best way; it's the only way to make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Harmony
2025.03.20
Thursday, March 20, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Happy Birthday! 🍰🎁🥂🍀
Spring!
What’s old dies and begins anew.
How’d you do?
The real first day of the year.
All clear.
Greener days ahead.
Grow babies grow,
On with our show.
Peace.
Somewhere there’s a place free from all the dissonance.
Where tuning forks are tossed out and recycled into something useful.
A place called Harmony. Where music sounds easy, everyday, all the time a song called 'Just the Way of Things'.
Pick up a one-way ticket and meet me there.
We can dance, sit, stare at the sky in a symphony hall called today.
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Quite a morning for Abe and I, the tenants across the street playing good guys/bad guys with law enforcement.
Followed by a house search game of hide and seek.
Boys with their toys like to make self-
Important noise and war and money.
There’s never one without the other.
Boys, toys, noise, war, and money.
There is never one without the other.
If there’s a problem in your life,
You can always trace it back to:
Boys, toys, noise, war, and money.
Men are for tools, calm, peace, and trade.
There are too many boys where men belong.
If there’s something wrong in your day and you just can’t figure out why, now you know.
There are too many boys where men should be.
And they’d be there too, as soon as it pays to do good.
As soon as we recognize and agree it should.
Until then it’s:
- Boys,
- Their toys,
- Their noise,
- Their war,
- Their money,
to damn the progress of the human race.
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Abe back on the loveseat, words back on the page.
Hope your day goes well. If it takes a lot to make it so, now you know why.
Take care, raise a man, love a man, recognize a man, and make a wonderful day.