The World in Words

Tuesday, April 28, 2026

Good morning, Twfw. O/

Poets for millennia howled for The Moon; I sing the sunrise, write the dawn.

What a singer does for lyrics a poet does with sentences and stanzas.

Years ago humanity started texting more than talking. To a poet the experience is like being a professional singer when the whole untrained room starts to sing and screech arias.

Speaking brought to the level of Art is singing. Writing brought to the level of Art is poetry.

An untrained out of tune room full of people bellowing arias is the state of so much of The Internet these days.

How do we find harmony?

It's in why we use our words, what writing actually is, and our responsibility to it.

Our words are an extension of ourselves. The difference between the spoken word and the written is a matter of time.

A rude comment said makes the commenter an unsavory person to anyone within earshot.

A rude comment wrote makes the writer foul every time it's read.

Accountability. We pay and are paid for our words every time they're read.

We wonder why things aren't getting better while we continue to write about, and so share, awful things.

Every article, post, and text made to voice negativity answers our question. They add up; they stack up.

The Internet is The World in Words.

What do you add to our shared literary Life with your sentences?

I urge you to consider bringing more positivity to The World Stage, for your own sake, and all you care about.

Life, for people, is at least a two-fold experience. There's a word and there's the experience of the word. But there are always words.

Caring for our language is caring for ourselves... and Life itself.

My concern is we forgot or were never told:
We can only ever be as successful as the definitions of our words.

Thanks for reading.