Our Arias of Experience

Saturday, April 11, 2026

Good morning, Twfw. O/

Welcome back.

Hundreds of sunrises in a row and what to show?

Sunlight like river water is never the same fire twice. Our galaxy's star always makes us new.

Fire and water share a bond in how they go about their business. Always new, always agents of change to remain the same.

Together they make the weather to make The World.

There's nothing out of the ordinary about a writer keeping a daily journal. In fact, I know it's necessary for writers of any craft if they want to be successful.

If you're a professional pianist and you miss a day of playing, your music and method both suffer the neglect.

It's the same with all acts of creation. Every Art form requires commitment.

The professional pianist is as much an instrument for music as the piano she plays.

Color is music for the eyes. Painters and visual artists compare songs with lines of their own.

Writers have words for notes, paragraphs for sonatas.

There's a certain song that happens within all of us. Walt called it: The Song of Ourselves.

It's the music poets write about.

Not a symphony of notes for the ear or a choreography of colors for the eyes, but the sound and hue of music and color within us.

We don't see or hear with our eyes or ears this song great within; we know it through words. We filter and express it to ourselves with language.

Just like we all can hum a tune, we all use language in a poetical fashion to express our inward song.

A concert Diva is going to hum the same song a little differently than most of us.

A poet sings their song great within with the same passion and skill a Diva takes to an aria.

Our Arias of Experience, mundanely known as the voice in your head while you make decisions, is transcribed by poets throughout the centuries.

There's some here if you're interested.

More, specifically here.

Soon, as AI makes more of the reasons we thought made us necessary obsolete, we're going to wonder what life is all about.

I present Wonder Fell as a starting point towards a way of considering what it means to be human in an AI friendly world.

Turns out being alive is all about the expression of our arias of experience.

Or more plainly put: Life is the process of making Art.

Choose an instrument with the instrument called yourself and play.

Keyboards and pens for me.

Thanks for reading, enjoy yourself, and make a wonderful day.