Our Words

Monday, June 01, 2026

Good morning, Twfw. O/

Clouds like filters on photo apps enhance and change the pictures of reality.

Sun rises on an overcast sky, a maybe rain, perhaps blue sky weather forecast.

A cool easy breeze, the fully green leafed oak branches wave a gentle good morning.

Wonder Fell rolls on. Thanks for the company of your consideration.

The first day of June, Spring relaxes into Summer.

Today wants something new, that package with the two to six week delivery estimate.

Will it arrive today?

That's the feel in today's sunrise.

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Do you remember when we used to talk to each other?

If you were born before the turn of the millennia you do.

Texting took the place of talking; there are consequences.

Our understanding of the powers of the written word are still juvenile.

Speech is ephemeral; text lasts.

Whatever we type we communicate every time it's read.

If you had a bad day two years ago and posted online about it, you're having a bad day now for the reader who just discovered the post.

Our words define us. All text is dead until it's read. Then, it returns to life. We're responsible for everything we write every time someone reads it.

Speech is a one time thing unless it's recorded. Then the rules of text apply to it as well.

Everything we see and hear online is a series of coded language: words translate every image and sound we share online. Every message you text a friend is filtered and translated first, as a rule, just so it can reach them.

I wonder about the purity of communication.

How does that extra step affect the message sent and received.

Ideally the experience of text messaging ought to be like passing notes in a classroom.

It's the social media bit that bothers the world at present. People treat the written word on social media apps like it's only a tool to decorate billboards. So many on social media sites these days consider language as only a means to advertise themselves.

Flashing Vegas-like neon billboards rule the social media sphere at present.

But the written word does more than sell, it also shows wonder, sings beauty.

I prefer the latter two.

If you've read this far, so do you.

The excitement of the newness of Internet communication caused a spectacle of daily firework shows.

Quick, oohs and ahs, shock treatments for a dulled by the sameness of Scientific thought world.

But the greatest firework ever lit is a star called The Sun. The show happens once a day, is the reason for day at all, for Life at all, for you at all. That show called: The Sunrise.

I celebrate it every morning here. A thank you note to whoever started that celestial firework show, whoever lit the Big that went Bang.

Thank you, as always, for reading.