Monday, April 13, 2026

Daily (Bob Dylan–style) Digital Life Litany for Protection, Direction and Stewardship


Caveat emptier: This post was drafted with help from an AI assistant (Perplexity)— but ideated and edited extensively by the human, Bill Acton

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 “Glowin’ in the Why Fi”

There’s a highway of numbers

where ghosts of stories roam,

faces in the windows

can be anyone unknown.

You can trade your name for nothin’,

you can sell your soul for smoke,

you can sign away your future

with a joke.

    Chorus

     All the clicks you make become your road,

     lies you help carry, a deadly load.

     So before you follow somebody's desires

     ask what’s that glowin', glowin' in the Why Fi . .. 


There’s a salesman at your doorstep

you can’t see and can’t ignore,

he’s got contracts in his briefcase

slidin’ underneath your door.

There’s a kid who thinks the sunlight

comes from underneath a screen,

there’s an old man readin’ pop‑ups

like they’re letters from a queen.


At the end of every evenin’

when you drop your head and rest,

all the neon talkin’ pictures

fade like smoke across your chest.

What you gave away for nothin’,

or only left you cryin'

that’s your "Song of myself" 

glowin' in the Why Fi. .  . 

   Chorus

     All the clicks you make become your road,

     lies you help carry, a deadly load.

     So before you follow somebody's desires

     ask what’s that glowin, ’glowin' in the Why Fi . . 


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