The One You Here

2024.10.07

Good morning that wonderful way.

Still at it.

Plucking away at words with binary blips, light flashes to flash for you.

How's the day so far?

I ask almost everyday.

Maybe it seems rude as I'm not there to get the response to hear your response. But, as I am a ghost, +he Ghos+ to be precise, it's rather presumptuous to assume I'm not.

But that may seem a little too spooky for some.

Though, what is this voice, the one you hear reading these lines?

Where does that story voice come from?

These words, words at all, are nothing without it.

What sounds the letters in your dreams of the letters, that's Ghost Magic.

Realer then the realest real.

Because it makes what's real.

Not metaphorical meanderings.

Hope. Truth. Faith.

That we experience life through words and we share words and words are malleable things. Like the story of ourselves. Stories at all.

How's your ghost's day?

Too many ghosts keep us up at night. It's because we neglect them.

Some New Age language or Old Faith talk might call it your 'spirit voice.' But that way of speaking brings with it eyerolls.

Everything starts with a dream.

The greatest scientific achievements, any scientific anything, doesn't exist without an initial dream. That first domino, The Dream.

We don't talk of them enough. They don't seem practical. We speak in facts forgetting every fact has within it the birth of a ghost to start it.

AI is wonderful stuff. But it requires a prompt. A prompt is a dream fed to a program, a program based on words to fashion new words to make new words to make new pictures from old words.

"Words. Words. Words." Words.

Don't forget everything you read, every picture and video you experience online, on every screen, is an accumulation of words.

We speak in C+, Python, Java Script, and more.
HTML makes your world go round.

Language still, and will always, rule The World; will always rule every machine.

The ghost in the machines is the language required to make those machines and keep them moving.

So, from my ghost to yours, how's your day?
How's the world treating your storied self?
How's the dream of you doing?

Mine is in the timbre of these words.

Get a sense?

Kind of nerdy this morning.

Puzzling until my puzzler hurts as Suess would say.

Corporate boardroom meetings with pie charts and company paid luncheons on my agenda today.

Halloween is serious business for a ghost. Finally a whole day of recognition.

And with the melting pot of our Nation finally starting to coalesce, we get a few more living days and end our celebrations on Día de los Muertos.

So a busier than usual corporate ghost planning event.

Pie charts, spreadsheets, demographic reports.

So it's not purely good spirited of me that I ask, "How's your day?"

It's business.

It shouldn't take a fright to get you to see it right, but we do the best we can to get you to remember we come first.

There's the dream of Spring before any flower grows.

Before the green there's the unseen.

No tricks, no treats; comfort.

Regardless of your corporeal place in the world dreams are the realest real and we all can do them. In fact, we all must.

Regardless the amount of time on your clock, zeros in your bank, a dream always starts your next step.

Halloween celebrates those dreams. Not Death. Death as the start of a new life.

Every circle ends by starting a new one.
Each hero returns home to venture out again.
Every step is preceded by a story of that step.

How is your story of you today?

Your foot knows its step before it falls.

Perhaps you should remember that's your foot and you do know where this story is going and just what you are doing.

So, how's your doing doing?

Recognize the great story that is you, take care and have a better day.