A Masterpiece Every Morning

Friday, June 29, 2026

Good morning, Twfw. O/

Early, even for this morning journal, a couple hours till sunrise.

At some point this diary at dawn became a daily letter from a poet to a world drowning in algorithmic clever.

All the stations of my work: Joy, Virtue, Beauty, and Love are buried in piles of sensational shock treatments administered online.

But The Internet is just a heap of words... and words do more than we've been using them for lately.

There's more to life than information; there's the experience of information.

Despite all the calculations wrote to get spaceships to The Moon, the best use of the written word will always be a love letter.

Because those lines best represent all it means to be human.

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Dawn shows, songbirds announce the day. Been at sharing this journal for over a year now. Been ghostish about it for personal reasons. I keep at it and keep it free because the message found here is important in ways we don't discuss much anymore.

What happened to humanity to make it so awkward to talk about Beauty, about Joy, about Love?

We all want their experience. Why so quiet?

I focus on the sunrise because it's a universal expression of Beauty, a bringer of the possibility of Joy and Love... when we're willing to welcome it.

Like a smile needs no translation, The Sun brings dawn. In order for us to recognize the Beauty of each morning, we must have Beauty in ourselves.

We read each day's sunshine like words on a page, images on a screen. A song can never sound beautiful if some part of you isn't. Life presents itself for our assessment. Your understanding of what you witness is who you are.

Do you see each dawn as a work of Art or a reason to say 'here we go again'?

The Sun paints a masterpiece every morning, colors this world to be worth our wonder.