A Worthwhile Project

Thursday, May 07, 2026

Good morning, Twfw. O/

Poet? In the ancient sense of the word.

When your sink is clogged you call a plumber, when words aren't meaning enough anymore... Enter The Poets.

Writing and Speech are about more than getting someone's attention. We sing and share music not so someone will hear us, but so someone will feel and experience something.

It's the same with language.

Words are not for Sensationalism's sake, not advertisements, but ambassadors.

Language delivers a message from one foreign body (you) to another (someone else).

The substance of our character goes into every utterance and text shared.

The major concern with having AI craft any correspondence for us is that we're not in the words shared.

Or, better said: Only our feeling that the receiver of our message isn't worth more consideration than a computer's automated reply.

Wonder Fell Readers! You're worth more to me than rehashed coded algorithmic regurgitations.

"How sweet of you, Wynn."
-Favorite Wonder Fell Reader

"You know it."
-Favorite (and Only) Wonder Fell Author

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The past couple mornings a new question is present: "What's Wonder Fell worth?"

The thought that perhaps starting right into other work, like Colore, might be more beneficial.

Certainly Colore is a worthwhile project and a more 'enjoyable' read, but this journal has its own significance.

The originality of individual experience in letters may be the most important topic for humanity to discuss right now.

So every morning here's a snapshot of a few hundred words from your friendly Nation-hood Ghost Poet to champion an individual's freedom of (and to) Speech.

The same way painters couldn't paint like Da Vinci, and musicians couldn't make music like Bach, if they didn't first: Our language is always an individual's artistic creation.

We must always make it new so it can grow, so we always have new ways to witness and share Life living alive.

So, I'll continue to check-in every morning with some words to wonder about in this morning journal's cry in an Internet dark.