Remembering

2025.07.12

Remembering
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Saturday, July 12, 2025

Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.

Hello. O/

At it again.

Me writing, you reading, sun rising, smiling, free.

Glad you're here.

Hope all's well.
Time for a spell.

Here we go.
On with our show...

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Bowties, cloud cover, coffee, tea, matcha, past journal entries; things on my mind.

There's years of old diary entries.

I hadn't considered posting from the past until yesterday.

But, as the message of the entry seemed fitting to the day, I placed it on the site.

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History is a rhythm, not a song.

We make the melodies with our actions.

How well our actions complement others creates the harmony.

When the tone of my words puts a major key melody where a dissonant one was, I'll call it a win.

"Call them a win."
- A. Wynn
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Puns and profound positive postulations... just bring me the sunrise!

A lot of the joy of keeping a daily journal is going back days, weeks, months, years later and remembering yourself.

I like the word remember; it's putting pieces back together.

Re-member... bringing an old bandmate to come and play a song again.

When the former band member is a new band member, they've been re-membered.

How nice of you to recognize their value.

A good day for some re-membering.

"Hey, we're getting the band back together."
- Text from an old bandmate friend today
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It's like you're your own data server.

Your memory bank is your own personal cloud of information.

That's really all the Internet is: A Cloud Server for Human Memory.

Like our own thoughts, it's what we do with it that matters, that literally shapes the matter of our lives.

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So, if the Internet isn't remembering something you know is valuable, you best put it there.

For the sake of today and tomorrow and all the computations of all the AI programs forevermore.

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If The Cloud of Human Memory doesn't have your understanding, doesn't know your values, your hope falls on the hope that others are enough like you to get a helpful response from AI.

If there's no sugar in the house, it's a bitter cup of coffee for breakfast.

Get your sugar online, stock the pantry of human memory, take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.

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+he Ghos+

Wynn

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