To Celebrate and Remind You
Why joy travels to The Moon with every astronaut is my work's focus.
Saturday, May 16, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Somewhere, sometimes, at sunrise peace falls like gentle rain to feed the flourish of Spring.
This morning the loud song of the robin, the soft sunlight through easy-going intermittent clouds prepares the day for growing.
Dawn, you, and I have been talking for years now, sharing poetic first thing in the morning thoughts under AI reality skies.
A sentence is worth more than what video games can do. There's Life alive in these syllables every morning. There's wonder in these lines.
Thanks for joining me for it.
There's something amazing and worthy of note in what living, breathing, heart still beating relationships can do that no amount of technology can ever replace.
It's my work, The Poet's, to celebrate and remind you of it.
Joy, Beauty, Wonder, and Love, what Art and Music are for; it's The Poet's work to champion these causes.
We celebrate Large Language Model video games, medical breakthroughs, trips to The Moon; but we do celebrate.
Why joy travels to The Moon with every astronaut is my work's focus.
Joy, Beauty, Wonder, and Love; we measure these things with the music called Art.
There's no reason to charter a spaceship, engage with an AI bot, get out of bed at all, without them.
Sometimes we need a reminder.
O/
Creating a safe place for all to have the opportunity to experience these four tenants is what having a home, a Country, a World is for.
As a race we've been so busy enjoying our empirical ways for centuries; we forgot we're enjoying them, forgot to factor in the joy with every equation solved.
We use language to express more than facts and figures.
The written word is also a kind of music sung with the voice great within of the author and played on the instrument of the voice great within of the reader.
Music is always best heard live; a sentence is always best read wrote by a living author.
Some living music to wonder about every morning on Wonder Fell.
Thanks for picking up your instrument, playing it, making it sing again.
~ Wynn ~
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