In Intimate Ways

Monday, December 29, 2025

Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.

How's the day? O/

Slushy rain here.

Sometimes the words do the weather justice. Slush is a great example; it sounds like the experience.

How's your sunlight?

What if sunlight is programmer's code?

Put that in your morning cup to wonder about.

It makes scientific sense if it is.

There's a great poetic metaphor there, at least.

Our screens show algorithms and code based on sequences of light.

So what's up with The Sun?

Does our galaxy's star have a programmer?

Assuming celestial fire burns arbitrarily is human ignorance and vanity.

We have a phone with an Internet connection. What wonders it brings!

Much in the same way, we have The World powered by The Sun.

Some morning thoughts for daydreamers and Scientists to consider.

It's a journal, some morning thoughts of a poet in an Internet Age.

Not a series of lectures or dissertations.

We can hop around here.

Even a very unprofessional bunny emoji is quite acceptable on Wonderfell. 🐰

Deep thoughts, wonder, and the power of words; the ways of a poet.

Part of the point of this site is that the ways Artists, Poets specifically, think is lacking from our daily lives.

Sensationalism has ruled American Art for too long. It's time we artistically grew up as a Nation.

Life is worth more than a spectacle light show. There's warm honest moments with friends, family, loved ones, and yourself worth celebrating.

In intimate ways.

If there's one quality lacking from American Art, and therefore American Culture, it's a sense of intimacy.

Intimacy is a shared recognition of Life's value.

Every life has a world of its own going on within it.

Your romantic partner, the politician on the other side of the aisle, the gas clerk, even The Internet Troll, has a whole world of their own within.

Calories don't make us who we are; our stories do.

My queue to go back to writing some.

As always, thank you for reading, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.