Case Closed.

Tuesday, October 20, 2026

Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way. O/

"What's the first line tagline for, Wynn?"
-New Interested Reader

The answer to that question is the same as the answer to:

"How do you know what to write about everyday?"
-New and Still Interested Reader

I know exactly what I'm going to write when I sit down every morning: Today's date and the Twfw O/ tagline.

As our friends in the Sciences tell us: Objects and Artists in motion tend to stay that way unless interrupted, so I just simply write the next sentence.

Shop talk for writers, artists, and creatives this morning.

Good.

I grow tired of telling this Country I love that Our Press is no longer free everyday and not having anyone be able to read it because Our Press is no longer free.

Case closed.

Some other good news is people are finally starting to figure out the reality of our un-free press. The bad news is they're blaming the wrong source. DC isn't to blame; AI is.

There's months of daily writing that explains that truth and years of being ignored that prove it: Here and Here.

Incompetent politicians are nothing new; Artificial Intelligence distributing Our Press is.

Case closed.

Back to my fellow Artists; it's good to be home.

The Internet can be a doorway to a cultural renaissance or an excuse for the scientific minded to play at being artists.

At present, the latter is true.

Art has to be new by definition. New is something AI can never do. Sure it can recycle and rearrange brilliant recorded data in scripted ways, but it can never have a revelation or be a living witness.

Original Intelligence is what the living make. AI is incapable of creating it and depends upon it to exist.

Creative minds of all pursuits make OI. AI arranges and classifies it to share with us in a popularly believed correct manner.

It's very helpful stuff, but it's never right. AI is what was right. Living original intelligence has to always reinterpret the prompt returns of AI so we continue to grow as a race.

Case closed on that, too.

Another beautiful sunrise in Autumn in New England. Every color foliage lit in a golden glow.

I look forward to the day you're actually able to read me. Until then, over to write other words for you for another time.

Congratulations for reading.