People Make Words

Sunday, July 12, 2026

Good morning, Twfw. O/

Another cool Summer dawn, the seasons roll on.

Wonder Fell, what's in store for its future?

This journal is a morning stretch for a working writer. I publish it online for free to help us adjust with living with the reality of AI.

At its heart, Wonder Fell is a reminder and a tribute to the true power of words. Artificial Intelligence makes pixels; people make words. Sharing living experience is what language is for. One must be alive to make it.

Software may be able to guide equipment to compress and release air, but a computer can't breathe.

Or create words.

Creation and recognition of creation is what life, for people, is all about.

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Stories, poetry, sing-along songs; how I spend each day.

As mentioned in yesterday's post, like turning off your cellphone music app and going to a live concert, Wonder Fell writes on for you to read... every morning.

Even with AI's ability to arrange words to look like a story we still need artists, or we'll all be condemned to a world of reruns.

AI can't do it unless it's been done.

That means human ingenuity.

So, just a poet's thoughts at sunrise to ready for the day's work. I keep them free as a resource and reminder of the power and comforts in the living written word. If you ever start to miss the human touch found in living sentences, stay and read awhile.

We're in this Life business together and that means sharing the space. How we define the space determines how we share it. That means language creation is in everything we do and experience together.

To continue this story of humanity we must keep evolving, that means constantly updating our language to best define the time.

In fact, I believe Darwin's title for his essay got it wrong. A better name for The Evolution of Species is actually: The Stories of Species.

I love Science, but it leaves so much out by default. What empirical methods omit is my business.

Real, tangible, sensed experience that numerical methods aren't suited to measure. Beauty, Love, and Joy to name a few.

Perhaps like every bloom of every bud each of our expressions of these concepts is meant to be different.

There's the experience of Life and then there's our expression. How well we communicate our experience is how we measure our understanding of that event.

Some moments in Life are loving, beautiful, or joyous. They deserve words Science is not equipped to give us.

Every sunrise is Beautiful. Leave your telescopes and microscopes in the lab if you want to measure how.

Words, living words, for a living star are enough.

Every morning I place some here to wonder about.

Thanks for reading.