The actual effects on we humans from these stimulants that we don't know are stimulants.
We might know they are stimulants but we don't have a clue as to there actual effects on the human psyche.
The overall effects on our minds and bodies.
This is the most important discovery ever known to man.
It is vital to our existence and that of the earth itself.
I don't know what we are going to do.
This thing will answer itself if it ever becomes common knowledge like it should but that's probably not going to happen either.
Eventually it will but when that eventual is going to be or might be is anybody's guess.
If mine falls into obscurity and is lost without reaching the masses it may never surface again.
We could spend eternity chasing rabbit trails and going nowhere.
I don't see that happening because I expect to get this message brought forward and for the world to see but lets say I get struck with cancer or fall over dead with a heart attack.
I expect this would wither and die.
What little momentum I have been able to achieve would get lost to lack of input.
Nothing lost and nothing gained.
Just going along as we always have.
None the wiser.
That might happen.
I hope not but it might.
My singing and music video and documentaries if I can get them made has a chance of surviving if I can make them good enough.
My Sam Cooke "A Change is Gonna Come" is coming along pretty good and I am building callus on my fingertips for the first time in many years.
Maybe twenty years or so.
Possibly longer than that.
I'm working on Bob Dylan's "Masters of War" again too.
It's getting better and better.
I'll bring back in Bob Segar's "Turn the Page" here shortly.
I'm trying to get about twenty minutes of stuff to start with and then about an hour after that.
A couple of hours I would like.
I'm headed for town on my moped right now to play in the band shell at our park by the Pavilion.
It sits empty all the time.
All by itself.
No audience no nothing.
Just grass and open spaces and seating.
It will be a good place to practice.
Me and the sky.
A few birds and a squirrel now and then.
Maybe some bugs here and there.
Probably some kids on bikes and an open window on a car now and then.
Mostly me and nothing.
Building callus and fine tuning my song.
I sang at the Farmers Market the other day for about an hour.
It went pretty good.
I sat over by the side quite aways away so I wouldn't bother the venders.
Two little girls brought over a couple of quarters and put it in my open guitar case and then a little while later a bigger girl came over and put three dollars in.
I'm doing street musician stuff that way.
Stage performance at the Band Shell.
I'm fighting my inhibitions away.
You can't sing when your feeling all embarrassed and funny and inhibited.
I might set up at our local flea market this Sunday.
I go in spurts but I'm trying to make it a constant till I die.
It's the only chance I got of bringing this thing forward.
If it works I will be in demand all over the world.
I can tell my story and sing.
Come what may of my message.
If I get that big or even a tenth or a hundredth of that this thing is gone.
The world will know and it will always know.
That's when my Nobel Prize comes in.
Several of them.
If I'm still living by then.
They don't award Nobel Prizes posthumously.
Not after your dead.
Unless they make an exception for me and that could well happen.
So let's say I do get discovered and my message comes forward.
I would expect we would try to curtail some of our stimulant usage but that's not going to change anything.
You don't just go from a lifetime of being high to not being high because you stop stimulant drug usage.
You are still high and always will be.
Generations to come could probably become less and less high on into eventuality but we still got to figure out how to feed fifteen billion people by then.
Stopping is probably an impossibility anyway.
Even for those who want to.
Our addictions won't let us and our alternative food supply and food sources won't allow us to go stimulant free.
We wealthy americans and europeans and our counterparts in the rest of the world could afford to if we wanted to but that number probably makes up less than a billion people.
Six and a half billion people are forced to live on what we call staples because that is all that is available to them because of their location and finances,
Food from the wild could probably feed a billion people more but that still leaves five and a half billion and we're still not talking our addictions yet.
We got a whole big pile of doing to do to try to unwind this this thing.
As best we can.
One thing for sure we will all benefit,
As will mankind and the earth itself and all life and non life.