The Trackless Path

The Beggar's Bowl 4 - A context for going low - and some thoughts about the strategy of Dolby Sound and its founder Ray Dolby.

NOTE: I have no affiliation with Dolby and the comments in this podcast are purely my own views and thoughts. I also make no claim that anything said here is fact since the information was conveyed to me privately from a friend who claimed to have known Ray Dolby as a young man. I trust the source and so I felt that I could relate the story. But I have not verified the events related.

He shall utter his voice out of Zion...like many waters...

Two worlds.

Would to God that I

Could straddle the fence.

I wish that I could please you.

But to do so,

I would have to be 

The thing that you expected

And not the thing I am.

And I am no more 

Than what you

See before you.

And since I cannot please you,

I am afraid 

That you will have to

Love or hate me

There is no middle road.

So here I am.

Will you love me 

Will trust me

Will you share

The air you breath

And your last oil and flour

With one who cannot

Serve your fancies

Or say the things 

You're longing for?

If so,

Then all my heart 

I give you,

All the words 

You're longing for.

I am yours 

And you are mine love,

Nothing less 

​And nothing more.

Discussing the need to do things for a reason other than money.

Face a thing when it comes.  

That is the key 

That unlocks 

A certain kind

Of peace of mind.

But face it fully

Or it will haunt 

Your pocket

And beg to be 

Written down.

And then

You are its slave.

That man is free

Whose simplicity 

Manifests itself 

In the empty spaces

In his schedule

Which yawn themselves lazily

Open and wide 

Spanning the gap

Between few and deliberate

​Pillars of intent.

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I met a man who spoke the truth.

He did not apologize.

He did not explain.

And he did not call 

Upon another

To support his claims.

It was not until that day

That I heard the truth

You'll say I knew 

And I suppose you're right

But how is a man

To see the needle 

For the haystack?

I fear that now 

I am spoiled to the chaff.

His words reached back 

Like a magnet

To find truth there

The long while shining

And now I see it everywhere.

It's with me in the grocery store 

And at the office

It walks beside me

Where the path 

Leads beside the river

And it haunts me 

Where before I slumbered,

Blissfully oblivious to all

But that which served 

My keenest fancies.

I stumble through now

​As best I can

And pretend

That I still care for caviar 

And that it matters 

Whether I get the promotion.

But my resolve weakens

And I fear that soon

I will not be able 

To keep up appearances

For though lost 

To that which served me,

I am found by the very thing

Which eluded me so long.

Or was it I that eluded it?

God only knows.

It's lonely.

That, I did not expect.

At least so far it is.

But I can sense

A host of others waiting,

Longing also,

For the family promised 

To those whose lives

Are sacrificed

Upon the alter of Truth.

I am young to the alter

Still I burn there slowly.

And there you have it.

It turns out 

That the poets' pledge is verified

By another to join their ranks - 

One more fool

Whose life is wasted (if you must)

Upon the premise 

That unseen things are paramount,

That they are real 

Though hidden behind unnumbered facades

Not the least of which 

Being cowardly people

Who fear to speak the truth unaided.

Thank God for the man

Who dared to say that thing 

Which I always knew

But could not see 

For the multitude of words.

Markets fluctuate.

And that means that

During the lean times

You will not buy my Merchandise.

You will not need my t-shirt or coffee mug.

But perhaps, if you find what I say to be valuable,

You will let me live.

For this reason, now and then, I beg.

It is part of a scalable model. 

And while I can,

I'll sell you books,

And things to hang on your wall.

But too, I ask that you'd consider

Dropping a few coins into my hat

If you can spare them.

You can donate through my website

Or my Venmo account: thetracklesspath

Or PayPal: [email protected]

​Family is the basic unit of existence.

It exists above as it does below.

And all other social structures

Will eventually fall away.

But family is biological,

And it is biological because

It reflects the nature of the soul.

Oh fair spirit,

Sweet lover of my soul,

Floating there

Still gowned in your bridal veils.

How bright you shine!

How white your ever pure intent!

No desire but always still

To be mine 

Who spurned you 

Year after year

For more solid loves.

Ashamed, you turn away your face

From one so blind

As to disdain

The very image of devotion.

For there was always some other

With fairer lies 

With which to be beguiled - 

Those whose luster,

Though not so bright,

Still shone with neon promises

Painted on the night.

But still you linger,

Faithful still. 

Do not die 

Before I've broken free

From all the things 

I do not love.

Do not die within me

Bride of mine!

But lend me life

Enough to spurn 

Those fables dark

And bind myself 

To she whose love 

I always cherished most

But feared to find.

https://www.thetracklesspath.com/blog/my-fair-spirit-bride

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