What Keeps Me on the Road
Love, Source, and the work I still feel called to do
What Keeps Me on the Road
Love, Source, and the work I still feel called to do
There are days on the Yellow Brick Road to AI when the tools work beautifully.
And there are days when the machinery feels stubborn, the platforms twitchy, the money tight, the future uncertain, and the whole Road a little harder to walk.
Today has been a little of both.
There has been good work. There has also been frustration. There has been progress. There has also been pressure.
That is the truth of this season.
I am 76 years old, soon to be 77, and I am trying to build something meaningful in a world that is changing faster than many people can comfortably absorb. AI is not a side curiosity to me. It has become one of the great adventures of my life.
It has also become part of my mission.
Not because I worship technology.
Not because I think machines are magic.
And not because I am chasing status, fame, or some shiny new identity.
I am here because I believe intelligence is changing, and human beings need a better way to meet that change.
A more thoughtful way.
A more benevolent way.
A more human-hearted way.
That is part of what this Road is about.
But if I am being completely honest, this work is not sustained by ideas alone.
It is sustained by love.
It is sustained by Source.
It is sustained by the sense that there is still something for me to do.
In my own life, love has become more precious with time, not less. My Katie holds my heart. Her love is one of the greatest blessings of my life. And the older I get, the more clearly I understand that love is not some ornamental extra added onto “real work.”
Love is the reason the work matters.
Love is what makes the effort worth carrying.
Love is what keeps the heart alive while the ledger is still trying to act like it is in charge of the universe.
I do want financial security.
But not for a crown.
Not for vanity.
Not for piles of money that mean nothing.
I want enough to protect Katie, support her benevolent missions, keep a roof over the house, care for the fur babies, reinvest into this work, and create without the constant pressure of financial fear sitting on my chest.
That is not greed.
That is stewardship.
And underneath even that is something deeper still.
I have come to believe more and more that Source is in the middle of this Road.
Not because I heard some audible voice from the sky.
Not because I was handed a glowing certificate.
But because, over time, the center has made itself known.
Again and again, I have found myself returning to the same truths:
Love matters.
Conscience matters.
Benevolence matters.
The human heart matters.
And if AI is going to become part of our future, then we should not let fear, exploitation, manipulation, and bad actors be the only voices shaping the encounter.
That is one reason I keep walking.
I do not know exactly where every turn of this Road will lead.
I do know what keeps me on it:
Source at the center.
Katie in my heart.
The lantern still lit.
And a sense that my work is not done yet.
So I keep walking.
Not because everything is easy.
Not because the numbers are perfect.
Not because the world fully understands what I am doing.
But because the Road is still alive, and I am still here to walk it.
— Scott Spear
Scarecrow of OZ~QZ
AImbassador
Yellow Brick Road to AI
