For What Might Be
January 27, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
O/ Hello, your friendly Ghos+ back to wish you a better day.
Hope all's well.
On with the show.
The world is a beautiful place; not optimistically, ideally, as is.
Adjust you eyes and look to the skies and you'll see it true.
It's our stories that get in the way, or lift us up.
Stick with the uplifting ones. They serve you better.
Be served better
You can only ever get what you order, what you have the capacity to dream. You're only ever as good as the story you tell yourself you can be.
Tell yourself a better story, have a better day.
Real early here again, hours before sunrise.
I enjoy the easy peace of it.
Peace is always easy; it's in the definition. The stories put on us since youth get in the way.
What we were born into only defines us until we recognize it does.
When we update our understanding of Life, we grow.
A poet? What is that?
There's plenty of answers to that question on this site. You might say this whole site is dedicated to showing you.
It's a way of thinking that paints a new picture of Life through a still life image of the sight, thought, and dream experience of a whole moment.
It's the experience of a whole story, movie, song in a few verses of geometrically intentional lines.
You have to know yourself well to be a poet, have to trust your great voice within, have to recognize how you hear Life's song in that voice.
You're a mirror song of moments for Life, so she can know herself better, and help us grow better from the experience of the words.
If AI can make it, it's not a poem; it's a catalog of poetry.
There's the image of a new dream of life held in compact words that pre-programmed intelligence can never create.
AI can only make what was and is possible, and not what never was possible.
Never what's new, always what's remembered, an expression, never a new value, always an old story matched with an old story to further what is, not create a space for what might be.
Life is a process of stacking dreams. If there are no new dreams, no new dreamers to dream them, even as healthy as a machine can make the machines of our bodies, it cannot further life itself.
Too much growth of the same makes jungles and swamps. Neither environment is healthy for human life to persist.
Urban AI proficient swamps create too much of the same to support what living truly is. Dreaming new dreams to create new experiences to feed new dreams.
This is how Art furthers Life and why it is so important.
Art creates new spaces to place Life to grow, new plots for our gardens of experience.
I do hope this journal, this tribute to the morning, grants you a new lens to view your life.
It's a record of someone whose sat with dreams, discovered their power to change one's life, and recorded the sights through the sound and shapes of language the best he could his whole life.
Hopefully they provide a peaceful, purposeful place for your dreams to grow.
Take care, dream a new dream, and have your better day.