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  "textContent": "_Friday, May 2, 2025_\n\nGood morning, The Wonder Fell Way.\n\nStarshine pre-sunshine, a choir of robins sing in Spring's dark.\n\nO/ Welcome back.\n\nCouldn't get enough?\n\nThere's plenty now. The site search-bar is your friend, my friend.\n\nThank you again for reading.\n\nThough its become a tagline sign off, I do hope in some small way this journal helps you have a wonderful day.\n\nOn with our show...\n\n...\n\nConvention? Creativity? Cool means of conveyance?\n\nThis Ghos+ business, I mean.\n\nWhy not just Wynn's Morning Journal?\n\nA top of the morning greeting card from a guy named Steven. (People call me Wynn, though. It's more optimistic.)\n\nWhy not just that?\n\nA poet's journal in an Internet Age is interesting enough.\n\nIt's anonymity; it's identity; it's AI; it's a point to make.\n\nBeen almost a year since these post became a daily thing.\n\nIf you read them everyday you have an understanding of who I am.\n\nWithout images.\n\nIn a world set to put image over substance, I flipped the script.\n\nO/\n\nTo show you, remind you, the only true way to ever know something is to first understand its relationship to the world through your understanding of the world.\n\nYour understanding of the world comes from your dream of the world.\n\nNowhere is that more evident than while you read.\n\nThe voice in your head as you read my words makes, for you, _me_.\n\nNot my image, my words define me like yours define you.\n\nWe can always change our fashion, always photoshop our face; we can never change who and what we are.\n\nWe can only get better, find new ways to express what we are.\n\nAI gives a quick empty supposed agreement of words of record to plainly state a record of what we thought, not what we think, and definitely not what we dream.\n\nWhat that voice in you brings to AI's answer to your prompt as you read it, is what makes you human.\n\nIs what makes you: You.\n\nThat singular dream of yourself you use to define and relate to the world is who you are.\n\nIt's what we so awkwardly, because AI can't take a fixed measurement of it, refer to as your _soul_.\n\nThe ever changing story you tell yourself you are, that story you share with the world, that thing some call conscience, is what dreams you, is your piece of this shared dream called life.\n\nYou know me through my dreams of Life.\n\nIf we were to meet we'd have a deeper relationship than if you only saw a picture of me online.\n\nI fit the optics of a classic New England male poet: tall, in flannel and jeans with my dog.\n\nBut pictures pixelated on your screen don't make me: My words do.\n\nSame with you.\n\nWhat's conveyed with words only I refer to as your ghost. That which, for you, fills every picture you see with meaning.\n\nSeeing me (and you will someday), will be a different experience for you. A truer one.\n\nIn this time of quick shock judgements, of fast show me more entertain me I'm bored thoughts, my introduction will be a more honest one.\n\nOur dream of Life matters more than our thumbs up down, swipe left swipe right judgements, because our dreams make those choices possible.\n\nWhat we do with the relationships our dreams make is how we make anything at all.\n\nAI is a record of shared dreams in an agreed upon way to interpret them.\n\nScience too, is a shared dream, a record of what our shared observations witness.\n\nNumbers.\n\nOur shared dream of what numbers do, of how they measure, of what a meter, a foot, a liter, a quart is; allows us to make every house and car and spaceship.\n\nYour dream of me is for you, me. And it is all based on the words you choose to define the expression of how I use my own words to show myself.\n\nA judgement from an image of me tells you who I remind you of and not what I actually am: A piece of a larger dream called Life with a cluster of words doing its best to express that piece of that Big Dream called Life and my part in it.\n\nThe same as you.\n\nWe use what we can't see, our ghosts, to express and understand what we do see.\n\nYour dream of me meets my dream of you reading me as I write each sunrise.\n\nAnd so you know me better than a years worth of images could ever paint.\n\nTake care, share your dream of the world with the touchable things our shared dreams create, add your own ghost's best understanding of Life to Life, watch Life grow because of it, and make wonderful this shared wonderful dream we call today.\n\n#### +he Ghos+\n\nWynn\n\nBrought to you by the emoji of the day: 😂 __joy__\n\nArchaic Slab",
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