I'm Bringing Beauty Back

Friday, April 10, 2026

Good morning, Twfw. O/

Words from the dark as the light comes back.

The quantity of the number of headlights on the highway might as well be a time and date calendar.

Sunrise still about an hour away. I wonder what arrangements of color it will bring. Always new. Always majestic. Always beautiful. The Sunrise.

I'm bringing Beauty back... removing it from the cosmetic aisles of pharmacies and placing it back in divine hands where it belongs.

A reimagined and resurrected understanding of the concept of Beauty is the cure for all or concerns regarding AI.

Many morning entries turn to words on Beauty. A poet's cup of tea, a poet's business.

So much poetry these days focuses on adjusting one's cultural heritage and gender to fit a changing world narrative to help change the narrative.

I applaud a poetry of politics, but it forgets itself.

Politics falls under the umbrella of Poetry; it's a genre.

Poets, we don't give ourselves enough credit. Words make cultures, and governments, and all of Science itself possible. And here we are the champions of language quietly, humbly, reclusively, taking very little pride in our craft and power.

Words shape our human world. Poets are masters of the craft. Where are we? Why so silent?

In this Nation built on words, where are the best of us at making and understanding what words mean and are for?

There's so much to say on this topic left unsaid for too long. More than what morning reflections in a journal can do justice for.

It's a central theme to Colore.

I go back to building it now.

As always, thanks for reading.

The sky's an ideal blue for a picture perfect day; even the clouds are only there to dream about what shapes they're making.

Take care and have that wonderful day.