Not Deep Thought Questions

Sunday, June 15, 2025

Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.

Welcome back. O/

Hope all's well.

Time for a spell.

Here we go.

On with our show...

There's more to life than speeding it up.

Fast! Fast! Quick! Get it done... lifestyles get dead quicker with big question marks asking what was it all for, while attending their funerals.

Slow down. You're here.

Life! Alive!

You ought to realize you're here on purpose.

You could if you sat still and listened to your dreams from time to time.

The World talks to you all the time.

Really, it does.

This journal so often talks about dreams. But what are they for?

Where do they come from?

How are they possible?

What is a dream?

These are not deep thought questions.

There's breath. There's a heartbeat. There's dreams.

You can't exist without any.

What's a heartbeat? Is not a deep question.

Neither is, "What's a dream?"

We share a story, this thing called Life.

Life is a great dream. We tend to it, shape it, care for it with our own power to dream and make our dreams real.

When we add to the dream called Life something shareable, that is called making it real.

Reality = Our Shared Dream.

It frustrates me this sounds so deep end esoteric.

It's basic human 101: Have a dream. Think of a way to do it. Do it.

AI? Why bring that up now...?

Dreams take the forefront in the realm of the practical now.

A prompt fed AI is a dreamer's dream. A sentence held up for the eyes of human records to reflect an image back from.

There is so much to say on this topic in places better suited than a poet's morning journal.

I am glad that dreams, the practicality of dreams, finally has to be seen centerstage if our technology is to do us any good.

So much to say...

In another palace, on another day.

Hope all's well. O/

Take care, dream and dream and dream, and make wonderful this wonderful day.