The first thing I wanted to share is the poem Good Bones , which encapsulates to me a lot about how we can have hope even when there is so much bad in this world. I really like this poem a lot.
I inverted this poem a few days ago with ChatGPT and a couple of edits, you might say it’s from the world we wish to build:
Life is long, and I make sure my children know this.
Life is long, and I’ve lengthened mine
in a thousand wise, well-advised ways,
a thousand wisely well-advised ways
I share with my children. The world is at least
fifty percent wonderful, and that’s a conservative
estimate, which I make sure my children know.
For every stone thrown at a bird, there is a bird that still flies.
For every child in need, there is a loving caregiver.
Life is long and the world
is at least half wonderful, and for every cruel
stranger, there are scores who would care for you,
which I make sure my children know. I am trying
to show them the beauty of the world. Any good realtor,
showing you a truly wonderful place, talks about
its good features: This place is already beautiful,
don’t you think? It doesn’t need any changes.
I inverted this poem a few days ago with ChatGPT and a couple of edits, you might say it’s from the world we wish to build: