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...

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...

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.

How to stand out in the world of AI - Leave the Flaws In...

The Truth Unaided 9/28/2019 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 T...

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 Dro...

​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 b...

Dogmatism is dead. Well, no it's not. But it is dying. And it is because of the internet. Fewer and fewer people are interested in creeds. They do not want to be pitted against their neighbor for a trifle. And they seek out the truth they need for its own sake. They do not need you to tell them what it is. And so, to them, your Master of Theology degree Is worth the paper it is written on. For...

There you are Reading this  Like peeping Toms. Intruders. Prowling round my soul. Pulling away the curtains, Tearing down the walls, Storming the gate. And yet it was I  That let you in. Opening wide my chest To wrap you up, Blessed ogler.   Sacred intruder. Hallowed guest. Here - bear away my finest. Take the candle sticks as well. Leave me barren  But for the sweet perfume Of one who wanted, pri...

There was the stone age And then the Iron age. After that came the middle ages And then the industrial age And the information age. And there are those who claim That the next great age Is the Augmented age: The age when AI will tie us all together With augmented faculties. It is a manmade Utopian ideal To which many of the brightest minds Are bending their wits at present. But the augmented age w...

I will win Because I will suffer Longer than you. But there is no ill will  In the winning, Nor shame in love's loosing When loss is gain. Beat away! My chest Longs for your fists Clinched tight. Every ocean needs a shore or crag To beat against,  And I have nothing else  More pressing. Beat away! Beat away! My breast Longs for your fists Clinched tight. Till the day The day when they've ...

​Only the lesser part of Truth can be bound up in a book. The greater part must be revealed by the Holy Spirit. It is the sealed portion promised To all those who have faith Like the ancients.

It is too early to spin a poem. Too early to know whether it is good or bad. Too early to care. It's here, I suppose, That I wish I were something more Than a poet. Something useful or brave. Something efficient perhaps, Or strong and powerful. Like one of those That stand at the helm of industry. Dear God - save me from that! But then at least,  I could pretend that I was wanted. Then I would...

​Writing takes time But publishing takes longer. And it's all work and I rejoice in it. However, there are many things That I desire to say in the days that I have left. And the less I spend my time on publishing, The more time I have to write. And so I am going to try to outsource. I figure that the cost to publish one of these short thoughts Is probably about five dollars, maybe ten. I am st...

Who are you? A story tell. Buy why do I ask? You are cold stone. A token is enough  To start imagination And perhaps cloudy perception  Is clearer than plain sight. Somehow this one a century deep Shines brighter than those not ten years dead. But a year gone Is plenty to silence ingratitude. Their silence speaks to me here. And my steps slow… Listen heart.  Bow soul. And there from down beneath t...

I thought that for this edition of the beggar's bowl, I would speak about my plans for retirement. First of all, I do not intend to retire Since I love what I do. But if the day ever comes That my body is too old to work, And my fingers too knarled and ugly to write, Or if my voice gives out and I am unable to speak the truth that burns within me like an unquenchable fire, Then I will beg.  An...

The Falling Leaves of Promise They are moving out, one by one, From the system that promised so much And now cannot deliver the pleasure that it promised. And as they do, they leave chaos in their wake, prescious chaos... Like the heat that beats down upon a smoldering mass of leaves. I always loved the Fall, so silent, so pure. So reminiscent of a thing I couldn't place, Accept in the memory...

The Spring Thing A month of spring, Joyous thing, But dangerous too. How dare you Expend such love? It seems extreme When you consider You might get hurt With all that love lying about. So you rolled up the grass And pulled in the flowers. A month was enough Spring for one year. And you said to yourself Perhaps that spring thing Was just a fling. But summer and fall were all a drawl Without spring...

The Completeness Doctrine Full Text: There are many Whose faith relies upon a completeness doctrine. They believe that the truth may be found The way a shiny pebble may be found And captured And carried away in one's pocket. They see the acquisition of Truth as an event and not a process. And so once they believe that it has been secured, And bound up within the creed, They relax into the know...

An announcement - I'm calling this a podcast.

A Petal to His Pleasing - thoughts about surrendering to the will of God.

Infallible Full Text: Though we may not see eye to eye, I am able to overlook our differences In almost everything Accept the doctrine of infallibility. It is the one thing that truly rankles me. Some say that their pope is infallible, And others their prophet, And others their book, And others their interpretation of the book. And that is fine as far it goes. And it's almost true on certain d...