AI Isn't a Problem; Our Hubris Is.

Tuesday, November 10, 2026

Good morning, Twfw. O/

Sunlight. Have you considered it much?

Trees digest it, build with it, make the air we breathe with it.

The Earth has water; The Universe has starlight. It's a piece and part of everything.

Every morning our star paints a new picture for us to live in.

We know so much; what's sunlight for?

Something worth wondering about.

Sweet Science so much is still left out.

"There was a bang, a rather big one, and now everybody wants to fall in love."
-Every Good Scientist

Though its never been considered by our means of measure a poet can present it as a possible reality if we get our metaphors to match our wonder well.

What if like the Wi-fi signals that make our phones show and sound so many pictures and songs, the sunlight is coded, too?

What if stars are supernovas of code, astral projectors of information?

We used to turn to lyrical metric verse to share our wonder. We slowly turned away for centuries.

But a poet keeps a journal, a bard shares their witness and awe.

It's an evolutionary necessity that we do. Without wonder how can a species grow?

There's a gracious revelry available to experience for the living when we're open to it.

What color might mean?
What light is and is for?
What certain notes that make certain harmonies are up to?

The punctuation in those sentences is correct though our AI chatbots would disagree.

AI isn't a problem; our hubris is.

This site's title and its recent focus on Artificial Intelligence is no mistake. What AI lacks is wonder.

Every morning I do my best to share some so we remember.

Thank you for your consideration.

And until this algorithmic wall of hubris breaks...

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