Post by javraham on Aug 16, 2018 18:53:15 GMT -5
Ladies and Gentlemen,
I come to you a broken man. My hopes and dreams have been laid bare before Emotiva only to have them dashed to pieces. I started as an innocent and naive boy that bought into the XMC-1 dream regardless or offsetting complaints or warnings. Like a presidential campaign, I was looking for lasting change in my audio world that would shape my very existence just as the XMC-1 motto touts, "Rethink high end." Grueling days of toil and the rigors of the mundane beat down upon me every day and audio was to be my sublime escape from the cruel and often nefarious dealings of the world. Could Emotiva deliver this dream, this sacred escape? My heart and soul thought, "Yes! This is to be my apogee!" I could not be swayed from this promise! No one, legitimate or not, could pry me from the course I had set out for. As the Hobbits set their eyes upon the fires of Mount Doom to accomplish their task, my eyes were also fixed and were not to be estranged from the insatiable goal I had: To save $2600 and buy an XMC-1 and to live happier ever after.
But, what about the naysayers? What about these so called villians that seek to destroy my dreams? What about these fools who seem to only embrace a totalitarian view opposing the great inventions of the aforementioned? These "people" do not understand. I believe in a dream...no...I am part of a dream that cannot be taken from me. After all, we all know that doubt can cause even the most scrupulous to lose his or her way. To give into this doubt could mean the downfall and complete unraveling of everything. My heart and soul are tied to this! My ears cannot be touched by anything other than praise for the XMC-1! Nevermind the forum seemingling dedicated to constant issues plaguing this unit day after day! With each issue there resides a compliment and no matter how small (such as turning on) it will logically offset any issues of unequal value. How can this be!? How could such a product or company garner such influence and power of the mind to redefine the logical process given by God or other!? How could such Orwellian tomfoolery wash over me? Am I a fool or do I see the truth? The others must be fools then! Yes! That is it.
What of my dream? What of the black box sitting in the shrine dedicated to its existence? What of my demands and expectations of it? After all, I did toil and labor to afford such majesty. Perhaps I am being unreasonable. What right do I have to impose expectation upon the dream that has changed me and has been carefully woven into my soul? But why does it no longer speak to me? What have I done? I have been faithful to the end, even denying temptations at every turn in my quest. I must have done something wrong. It could not possibly be the impeccable black box. Did I not turn things on in the right order again!? Did I not wait hand and foot for the forum to provide an update for the specific model and hdmi board which is located on god knows what page since no one will notify me when one is available? No! That cannot be it! It must be something else! I will restart you just the way you like and turn the inferior components on at just the right time! I promise! Please just speak to me! You tease me with your scrolling words that remind me of the promise and nirvana I once experienced that now are only a distant memory upon which I cling ever so tightly. I promise I will do better! I cannot be apart from you.
Just when all hope fails...I hear something. Could it be!? I drop everything and hurry to the speaker with my eager ears as a faithful dog waits for his master to return home. I tell everyone in the home to shut up and be quiet as this could be the moment. Yes! I hear something! Suddenly, I feel electricity flowing through my veins and that feeling that once was returns and feeds my soul. I have been reunited with her again! I could feel euphoria invading my senses and the dream was returning! I knew I wasn't wrong! I knew my faith would pay off and the naysayers would wallow in their misery! I triumphantly moved to the couch and sat with gleeful praise of everything that represented her. My heart was captured and nothing could stop us. Not even logic or the absence of tech support. We were back together again in a strange and beautiful entanglement of souls. Every nervous feeling was gone, even as I stared at the cord detached from the wall and the lifeless black box. I was hearing her and nothing could stop us.
A poem comes to mind:
Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light;
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
W. B. Yeats
I come to you a broken man. My hopes and dreams have been laid bare before Emotiva only to have them dashed to pieces. I started as an innocent and naive boy that bought into the XMC-1 dream regardless or offsetting complaints or warnings. Like a presidential campaign, I was looking for lasting change in my audio world that would shape my very existence just as the XMC-1 motto touts, "Rethink high end." Grueling days of toil and the rigors of the mundane beat down upon me every day and audio was to be my sublime escape from the cruel and often nefarious dealings of the world. Could Emotiva deliver this dream, this sacred escape? My heart and soul thought, "Yes! This is to be my apogee!" I could not be swayed from this promise! No one, legitimate or not, could pry me from the course I had set out for. As the Hobbits set their eyes upon the fires of Mount Doom to accomplish their task, my eyes were also fixed and were not to be estranged from the insatiable goal I had: To save $2600 and buy an XMC-1 and to live happier ever after.
But, what about the naysayers? What about these so called villians that seek to destroy my dreams? What about these fools who seem to only embrace a totalitarian view opposing the great inventions of the aforementioned? These "people" do not understand. I believe in a dream...no...I am part of a dream that cannot be taken from me. After all, we all know that doubt can cause even the most scrupulous to lose his or her way. To give into this doubt could mean the downfall and complete unraveling of everything. My heart and soul are tied to this! My ears cannot be touched by anything other than praise for the XMC-1! Nevermind the forum seemingling dedicated to constant issues plaguing this unit day after day! With each issue there resides a compliment and no matter how small (such as turning on) it will logically offset any issues of unequal value. How can this be!? How could such a product or company garner such influence and power of the mind to redefine the logical process given by God or other!? How could such Orwellian tomfoolery wash over me? Am I a fool or do I see the truth? The others must be fools then! Yes! That is it.
What of my dream? What of the black box sitting in the shrine dedicated to its existence? What of my demands and expectations of it? After all, I did toil and labor to afford such majesty. Perhaps I am being unreasonable. What right do I have to impose expectation upon the dream that has changed me and has been carefully woven into my soul? But why does it no longer speak to me? What have I done? I have been faithful to the end, even denying temptations at every turn in my quest. I must have done something wrong. It could not possibly be the impeccable black box. Did I not turn things on in the right order again!? Did I not wait hand and foot for the forum to provide an update for the specific model and hdmi board which is located on god knows what page since no one will notify me when one is available? No! That cannot be it! It must be something else! I will restart you just the way you like and turn the inferior components on at just the right time! I promise! Please just speak to me! You tease me with your scrolling words that remind me of the promise and nirvana I once experienced that now are only a distant memory upon which I cling ever so tightly. I promise I will do better! I cannot be apart from you.
Just when all hope fails...I hear something. Could it be!? I drop everything and hurry to the speaker with my eager ears as a faithful dog waits for his master to return home. I tell everyone in the home to shut up and be quiet as this could be the moment. Yes! I hear something! Suddenly, I feel electricity flowing through my veins and that feeling that once was returns and feeds my soul. I have been reunited with her again! I could feel euphoria invading my senses and the dream was returning! I knew I wasn't wrong! I knew my faith would pay off and the naysayers would wallow in their misery! I triumphantly moved to the couch and sat with gleeful praise of everything that represented her. My heart was captured and nothing could stop us. Not even logic or the absence of tech support. We were back together again in a strange and beautiful entanglement of souls. Every nervous feeling was gone, even as I stared at the cord detached from the wall and the lifeless black box. I was hearing her and nothing could stop us.
A poem comes to mind:
Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light;
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
W. B. Yeats
