Abe for Example...

Thursday, August 21, 2025

Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.

Hello. O/

Words on a stage called an Internet page, thoughts for you.

Still an hour or so till sunrise, clock just turned tomorrow on the West Coast.

People, places and things doing their things make sentences.

That's why we're here.

To make sentences.

So...

Here we go.
On with our show...

Using AI for Art's sake gets some artists defensive.

But AI isn't taking away opportunities, it's a new medium.

Another tool for self-expression.

And the point is expression.

The issue right now is that the competency of the mimicry of the software has us feeling both in awe and deceived.

But if you take a breath, remember AI exists, watch the video, view the picture or read the AI generated story again, you can recognize it is a reproduction.

There is a way of sensing whether a work is done by hand or voice, as in a song; or if AI strung code together to place it on you screen.

It's an interesting and awkward conversation and admittance for us to have at first because we have to bring up spirit to recognize it right.

We still don't talk about soul comfortably colloquially.

How do you differ from a robot?

This is not a crazed out whimsical question, but soon enough a dire one.

Our technology is growing that fast... fast enough that we all better have a good understanding of what separates a person from a machine or we're going to find ourselves feeling without purpose.

A machine can't dream or feel.

It comes down to thoughts.

We tag an experience with words for the observation and call it a thought...

The language isn't quite here to concisely define the difference between a machine accomplishing a task versus a human.

I'm working on it.
Poets are working on it.

It's our functional place in society to name unspoken experience.

Because without a name for something there's no way to properly share it, to know it at all.

I'll use Abe for example...

A love puppy hound mountain dog mix rescued from Texas is just a mutt until he's Abe.

Now he's a storehouse of stories and experiences unique to him.

Like you.

There's much to say on this... so much we need to understand.

It comes down to the act of naming and then the accepted recognition of the label of the experience.

Artists give new shapes for shared experiences so we can share them.

A work of art names an experience.

If you ever wanted to know what practical thing Art was up to, now you know.

When your parents named you.... well your name is the title of the painting, the story called you.

You work of Art, you.

A machine can never grow. A plastic flower doesn't reach for the sun. That's the difference. It's their relationship to the light.

So I sit and write the Sunrise...How's it feed you?

Are your petals plastic or reaching high where songbirds fly?

You want to laugh, to dance, to love like a seed wants sunshine.

What's that all about?

Why does Life persist to insist these things?

There's wonder in the world everyone and a galaxy's star set to set the stage to see we have it.

I'll keep working on ways and words to best express the spirit for these AI times. It's my work, my joy.

Take care, know your work, feed your dreams, your wants, and your wonder some sunshine and make wonderful this wonderful day.