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Hey Everybody,

Hi Dr.Nick!!

Alright, gosh-darnit people! Seriously….

Who cut the cheese?

(Are you ready for it? Hope so — cause here it comes…..)


Nobody — not when it’s, “Government cheese” that is!

*Smacks Forehead*

That’s right i’ve said it, intellectual brothers and sisters of mine — sweet, sweet, un-sliced, (and crazy-salty), Government Cheese!  That’s what’s on the docket today.

Go ahead and start-up the fondu, I’ll wait.

For all those previously unaware (and whom currently have no idea what I’m talking about); the United States has bought and peddled Cheese, to and from its citizens, for over fifty years now. And, if you’re laughing, don’t worry — that is the appropriate response.


Surplus of cheese you say? I can take that off your hands if you'd like...

Cheese — plus butter and milk, and many other goods outside the farm to boot. They’re reason for investing in all this farmstuff, and, YES — The Cheese — (Guddah is bettah), lies in their desire to control fluctuations in the farming trade. By buying surpluses from farms, they help keep them running in times of crisis, and — in periods of national disaster, or when a low-income family desires food for their table but has no money to pay for it — they then have the ability to use this stockpile of food to supplant the needs of their citizens.

Now… I get it, I really do. However I still cant help but to laugh (Sidenote: The first time I heard about Government Cheese, a group of friends and I were working on Nurse Jackie together, and from the moment it was brought up forward, we’d spent the remainder of the day singing famous songs and replacing the popular hooks and lyrics with “Government Cheese”. Try it sometime — it’s quite hilarious! Cue the Beatles; “All we need is, Government Cheese, ba-ba-da ba-da…”), nor can I help myself from asking just one simple question of all of you;

Is this the type of thing that we want our Governments to be involved with?

What, even, should the Government be involved with at all?

Furthermore, what is a Government’s job in the first place?

I thought that Government cheese would be a swell way to proclaim, as I start this here post in my, “World of Reset” today, that the governing body of the United States is quite obviously involved in issues and practices that are below the status of the title which it holds.

I mean, Cheese? Really?

But I understand that there are some out there, particularly those who favored the Jarlsberg, who might disagree. So if you’ll indulge me (and I hope you will), I’d like to examine the roots of Government itself, with the hopes of understanding what it is exactly that we should come to expect — and what we shouldn’t — from our elected officials.

The Paleolithic era

Once, long ago in the distant past, mankind was an arboreal species. Many have since refuted the decision that was made to leave the safety of the trees for favor of the land, and many more yet still say that we should have never left the oceans embrace for the trees in first place — and for more on this, please read the intro the The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy — but, long story short, we left the trees, took on a bipedal lifestyle, and began the journey that would take us up until today — “Modern” humans.

Direct evidence of our doings during this time is scarce, to say the least, but we can safely paint a 2-ish megapixel picture of our early societal structure from what archeologists around the world have unearthed, and it is assumed that the first groupings of Homo (our species’ Sir name before, “Erectus” was tagged on toward the end of this era), consisted of meager bands, with anywhere from 15-30 members.

At this time people roamed the earth as nomads, likely following the migratory patterns of their food, and each member of the society was responsible to know everything required of them to survive, I.E. Hunting, gathering wood, collecting bugs and plants, and also amassing resources that could produce early tools.

It is assumed that at this time we began to see “leaders” emerge — but the term is used loosely, and it’s likely that these individuals were merely much older members of the group that would not go out into the field any longer due to their age. Their power was nearly nonexistent, and most all decisions within the group were made by a consensus among its members.

~~~~~ Should we kill it, eat it, or have sex with it? ~~~~~ All three? Ug!

During the mid-late periods of this era our ancestors began to become more divided within their groups. The prevailing theory as to why this occurred lies in the increasingly specialized tool-set which had been by now developed, and which aided in all aspects of their lives. We learned complex techniques, which were difficult to communicate without yet possessing a concrete system of language, and passed them on to our kin (with whom we were closest), so that they might protect the knowledge for generations yet to come. Also around this time we began the practice of Agriculture, which served to halt our nomadic lifestyle altogether, and brought to us the necessity of greater organization — Or, a leader.

In other words, when it was possible to know everything about society — we didn’t need a leader, as everyone was fully qualified to give a vote on the behalf of the group. But as things got specialized, and the sheer volume of information could no longer be shared as a whole within the group, people then needed to be able to focus on specifics within their own trade, while trusting another with the annoying delegation of  duties (don’t snicker Chandler) within the group.

Individuals however, including leaders, were still subordinate to the band as a whole.

Again, we had a leader, but he was likely seen as support to the real working members of society. Sound familiar?


Agriculture had an interesting effect on modern society.

As we became more localized, there evolved a natural division of labor between the sexes. Women saw themselves being relegated to mostly farming duties, which kept them away from the Men’s hunt — and thus also kept pregnancies from failing at the rate they had been previously (as their fetuses weren’t experiencing that same old Niagara falls decent in a locked and water-filled barrel, as their mothers ran after an elephant in the open field, any longer). So, as you might imagine, at this point populations began to rise. As we placed greater emphasis on life, we also took greater tolls as these lives were extinguished — and we began to mourn for our lost tribesmen, as well as bury our dead.

Artifacts of the, “leaders”, in this late Paleolithic era, now saw a shift toward more shamanistic directions. They quickly became: the figureheads for burials, as they alone could safely send away a soul to the afterlife; the dancers of the earth, fixing everything from drought and famine, to infertility; and an unquestionable individual within the fledgling society, that seemingly had supernatural power granted by the gods to do more than the rest of its members. So now, as I’m sure you can already tell, this became the birthplace in history of religion — and also, silently, the beginning of an increasingly reverent view toward leaders.

One could say, as we look back on this early society of man, that it’s operations relied wholly on the fuel of agriculture to support their growth. And, under the guise and organization of leaders within these groups, this rough idea of growth and forever upward trajectory as a supreme directive of the people would continue — wholly unabated — until today, where it’s become an economic mainstay of modern society.

The Infinite Growth Paradox

The lens an economist wears to view the world.

I know — I suck at Photoshop…

(Plus I’m missing a dot over my first “X”)

This is a formula for economic growth in our modern world — but not just any growth (as all my bright people well versed in differential calculus will tell you), this is a formula for exponential economic growth. This formula has become the backing of our financial views in the modern world — and it was birthed, believe it or not, long, long ago, incubated in the womb of primitive Agriculture.

See, we couldn’t grow or find every single resource that we’d wanted once we’d settled down from our nomadic ways — so trade with neighboring areas became essential to supplanting our societal needs. We had the capacity to do things that they couldn’t, and vice-versa, so for us to exchange these mutually desirable goods, someone needed to work out a system by which we could give value to our commodities, or — as another way to say it — our currency, and what better person to step up to the plate than our revered leader?

From the Paleolithic era, where leaders first emerged that represented more than the whole components of the actual working group some-(unfathomibly)-how, on through to today, this formula has naturally come about due to the ability of our governing bodies to make attempts at regulating our worth. Now, this wouldn’t necessarily be a problem — particularly if we’d stuck to dealing in physical goods that we had on hand. The problem, as I see it, arose when we began this more modern system built on paper money, and, and more specifically, paper money that comes into existence VIA loan.

Bringing money into existence in this manner is tantamount to a Shaman telling us that he’s negotiated a deal where a field, which can only ever grow 100 turnips a year, will be sold to another tribe at the value of 110 turnips — we only must grow by ten for the next year to make up our loss. Isn’t that wonderful!?

See the problem?

We can only grow 100. We need 110. And by next year, 220 — so long as we keep the terms of this deal true. The lesson is this, dear readers — and I spoke of this theory in, “Grow up or die” as well — infinite growth is all well and good, and very well intended to be sure (it wants to see people thrive), BUT, it cannot be a reality without a resource, or fuel, to back it up.

Well, just like the turnips, almost all economic systems in the world today are based on this unrealistic formula of borrowing from the future — growth built on future debt. We would do well to remember the roots of all this — the leaders were merely put in place to help the workers organize — the actual people who keep the group running! They were only meant to aid in organization, so that the backbone of society would have LESS to concern themselves with. But, when you look at it all in this prospective, it’s easy to see how we all became slaves to these individuals…

We lent them our power

— we trusted them —

and in return they only committed us to further work and hardship…

Thus: A Government should be nothing but an aid to the organization of it’s working people.

A proverbial crossing guard at a broken traffic light — just there to keep the peace.

Now — back to the cheezy goodness

Thinking about everything we’ve said so far, I finally realize why my instinct is to laugh at the concept of government cheese. Here we have a governing body — something that should have less power than the people who actually run the place — taking from one contributing group (through our taxes), and giving to another, that it deems more important than the rest! It’s a direct overstepping of its limits, and a gross over-generalization of its power.

Really, a government is just a brand ambassador to its people. A system to ensure prosperity, happiness, and well-being.

Look, failure is awesome. Failure leads to reinvention, and in turn — evolution. If that farm needed a leg up, well than i hate to say it (sorry farmer John), but it probably just needed to fail. When that farm fails, and the need eventually arose for another business in-kind to take its place, than that business would have to be smarter and more agile than the last, just generally more prepared, for it to survive in modern marketplace — which is always changing. However when governments overstep their true jobs and begin to shuffle the worth of a people on their own whims, things begin to get out of whack.

I can't be out! NOOOOOO!!!

If a Government and/or its leaders are really only ever put in place to support their people — and we know that this is true, especially when we look at the history of it all — than it’s only job should be to ensure that everybody is organized, and plays fairly. They should be like the white background noise between radio stations, ever-present from the beginning of time, but unessential when it comes to the melodies of real music.

They should SUPPORT US — not the other way around. But today, it’s become the opposite — and I think that’s just insane…

Thus all this robbing of our income and time through taxes, in support of their wars with these muddled objectives, and all this private funding for those same elected officials who’ve been selling us out for years, are actions that are quite obviously maligned with goals of the people — not to mention all this over-reliance on our future that comes from it all, where now we HAVE to grow forever bigger to just keep up — is robbery. It’s Slavery. And, it’s NOT within their power to do this.

Look, we’re all still just people working within a group. The hunters are no more valuable than the gatherers, and our leaders have no real power when held in comparison to the rest of us. When held against the enormous amount of free time, fun, and family values that our forefathers had, today we are nothing but servants. Servants that are unwittingly sacrificing all that once made us unique, specialized, and happy — with tons of leisure time to do with what we pleased — for the construction of a world that is full of overabundance for some, and nothing for others.


P.S. — So… even though I have more to say on all this — it looks like I’ll be wrapping it up for today (2,500 words, holy crap!). With any luck I can finally finish this series next post, with a synopsis of what we want, as generated by what I’ve stated thus far in each consecutive post from my, “Great Reset”, and be able to detail a plan of sorts on how to initiate it all. But — until then faithful readers — keep your chin up. I still have hope that we’ll figure it all out somehow, before it’s too late (Gulp!).

Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, Tick………

Hey there, my intuitive and thoughtful folk — Welcome back!

What are you thinking about, Readers?

Thinking about thinking?

I hope so.

Oh… Don’t you worry, I know precisely what you thought as you read the title,

“What in Cotton-Pickin, Tar-Nation is Jared thinkin‘ bout writing on today?”~ You, just a moment ago

(And, by the way — what was that Reader? A Yosemite Sam reference? Anyone else ever notice that he’s kind of… A little racist? Tar nation… Cotton picking…?)

But I digress…

Now, if you’ve been following along thus far with my whole, “Great Reset” project, you might already know what today’s blog is all about. So far, of my original list, I’ve covered; Energy, balance, conservation, the environment, and sustainability. Most of these were covered in the last post, when I gave all of NYC a modern makeover (did you see the final reveal? Wasn’t Lady Liberty simply STUNNING!? OMG I know!), but I also touched on the ideas here, and here as well. And today, in case you haven’t figured out as such yet from all the annoying underlining I did up top, I would like to talk about Education. And, more specifically, the way that our current system cultures us to think.

So, to be honest about my own thoughts today, der Yosemite,

“I keep trying to think, but nothin’ happens” ~ Me, my whole life

My Mentor

Got a headache yet?

That’s what I thought 😉

For many of you; I’m sure you’re wondering what is wrong with the current education system at all? Understandable. After all, it taught all of us — and we’re here reading this — So… Where’s the beef? Right? Well, for us to really understand what’s going on in the education system today, and why it needs to be reworked for the “Great Reset”,  we need to first understand why it works the way it does in the first place.

Time to set the Way-Back machine to the mid 19th century!

But -- why the 19th century Mr. Peabody?

Elementary, my dear Sherman — Because that is when and where our system of education was conceived.

You see, Sherman; before the 19th century, most people were educated through life itself. There were no standard schools for everyone to attend. Sure the Jesuits had been schooling people long before this time — but the financial requirements necessary to buy your way in to these schools left most exempt from wonderful world of knowledge at large.

At the time… This was not seen as a problem

School was not for everybody. It was for the Elite. The Scholarly. Those with Potential. And, to be any of that, either you were born into money (and could afford the Jesuits way), or you were lucky enough to know someone who owned the classic novels, and would let you read them — that is if you could read at all. Knowledge of the classics — The Iliad, The Bard, and the like — were, in the opinion of the time, an indicator of a person with scholarly potential. It was believed that as an individual, you were either born with the capacity to be intelligent, or — simply — not…

Intelligence, and our view of it, has changed radically over the years — However — this view of potential has not. And to me, that’s quite sad.

Me too kitty.... Me too

On to, “The Industrial Revolution”

When you hear the term, “Industrial Revolution”, What do you think of? Assembly lines? Batches of boxed and manufactured goods? Lots of rust dust, face filth, and poor hygiene? If so, than good — because you now have an image in your brain of where our education systems roots are grounded.

Think about it, we manufacture “Batches” of kids — shipping them through Grade School with the only grouping restriction being their age — on standardized, “Assembly lines” of required classes. We grade them all on the same standard — the, “Industry standard” of either right, or wrong. There is only one way to be — one right answer — and any child that winds up with a differing conclusion is promptly labeled “defective”, fails, and is left behind to take the Ole’ whirly-bird for another spin…

Do we really want our kids to think that the most important aspect about them is their Born-on-date? Is there really only one right answer to problems? Sure, maybe in math, but overall?



A hundred times, NO!

There are MANY ways to look at any given situation, and many potential outcomes for each, to be sure. This is called “Divergent Thinking “; finding many ways to answer a single question — Ahem, creativity.

What we teach today however, is not divergent, but rather “Convergent thought”; where all the facts converge to the only answer that exists. This is how the revolution of industry, and the inception of interchangeable parts, had us thinking, and this is the way we built the education system….

Those concepts, along with the dangerous notion that standardized testing would sift out the “Scholars”, from the “Dunces”, has been the honing stone which would prove to “sharpen”, the minds of the millions educated under its auspices.

Today though, I’d like to ask you all, avid readers — is this a good idea?

If the goal of education is to aid in people learning — to not only teach them, but to help them figure out things on their own when they’re finished — than, being that we know well about individuality, how can we honestly expect the same system to benefit everyone under it equally?

Is every person the same? Do we all have identical propensities toward learning? The same interests? The same Hobbies? The same passions? Is everybody alike?

Certainly NOT!

Haven’t we have all known children who’ve shown interest and potential in things and subjects far beyond their grade level? For one reason or another, these things make these people — these future adults who will one day run our society — happy. These things are their passions. And, as you know, here on this blog, we’re all about people finding their passions and becoming the person that they’ve always wanted to be! This path of interest and passion leads, not only to lifelong satisfaction — but also a lifelong journey.

If you’re always interested, you’re always learning. If you’re always learning, you’re never bored. If you’re never bored, you’re content! And content people, (even though they have to work hard), actively advance the fields they’re involved with — and when you do that, you push the very evolution of mankind (for all those unfamiliar with this concept, please catch up on this series 🙂   )!

Think about how amazing the world is today — and also, how distracting…

When our kids are caught distracted from their lessons, lessons that we’ve already established might not be “Right” for them, they are chastised, lectured, belittled, their parents are called, and — all too often — medication is prescribed. We’re forcing our kids to sit through school, through things that they find boring (and rightfully so), WITH DRUGS. Is this what we want? If we had a choice, is this how we would set it up again after, “The Great Reset”?

Looking at it now — I highly doubt it.

Did you know that most children, some 98%, are at the GENIUS level when measured for divergent thinking? But here’s the thing; as we re-test these kids after years of “schooling”, we find that this ability atrophied, and eventually dies. We need to rework the system to reflect the goal of education — to not only educate, but to teach someone to learn on their own. Give a man a fish and all that…

We teach logic, which is all well and good — but its only half the picture.

We should instead teach creativity.

“Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere”
~Albert Einstein

How do we do that? How do we teach Imagination? Well, mostly, with subjects we’ve been ignoring.

The Arts — teach a person about what it’s like to live as someone else — an unrivaled thought experiment, and extreme reflection of the self.

Philosophy — more in that same vein, and even deeper, Philosophy helps us understand the current matrix that is our personal understanding of the world. Once we know our limits, we have the ability to supersede them. However, you can’t jump over an invisible hurdle…

Less standardized, more personalized — I remember a science teacher of mine running into class once, simply overjoyed at some breakthrough in his field he’d heard of over lunch, but he couldn’t tell us what it was, because it wasn’t part of his lesson. Here we had a person willing to share their genuine passion with us, something that as a child could have imbued us all with a real sense of wonder, and yet — he couldn’t share because of “Standards”… What a world… This needs to change!

Stop, Stop, Stop with the assembly line — I say, toss it all. Let teachers teach what they want. Let them talk to each other, shuffle students between classes to look for the right fit. And be able to freely and actively try to make the kids happy, and interested.

I understand that this will all be very difficult, and that it will make the job of educators infinitely harder — but this isn’t necessarily bad. It will draw in those who are best suited for the job, rather than pension seekers and lazy care-nothings. People would not join the field unless they positively loved it, especially when we’d expect them to spend their summers (if we can even afford summers off, with all there is to know about the world these days…), re-work their entire years lessons, to properly reflect our changing world….

Starting to get the picture?

Children are not the only ones effected here

How many people do you know that hate their jobs?

Plenty, I’d bet.

How many others would be grateful to have that “hated” job, but hate the one they’re in themselves?

This is a serious problem. People aren’t happy. They’re going through this antiquated system blindly, like they’ve been told to. They’re getting their degrees, their leaving college (with HEFTY debt), and they’re miserable… So what do they do?


They don’t know anything else to do. They’ve forgotten how to think divergent, so they’re trapped, in a very real sense of the word. Problem is, their subconscious still wants them to be great! It still nags them, insisting that there’s something left to do, something left unattended — and that can drive a person mad, depressed, and — mostly — just very, very confused. So they distract themselves to drown out this voice…

They wind up pouring themselves into things like TV sitcoms, Reality TV, Movies, Sports, Innocuous trivia (Say Thank’ Ya), and a million other distractions — but they are not living up to their potential. They’re not doing what they love. They’re not — not truly — happy. Maybe in fleeting moments of drunken debauchery, or drug addled hazes, but I believe that a lot, maybe even most, feel lost and confused with the question, “Who am I”?

This leads me to my conclusion;

As we engineer our own future, we must recognize that mankind’s greatest gift is his creativity — creativity is passion, creativity is invention, and thus, creativity is evolution.

Everybody wants to matter, to be important, and they all can. Each and everyone on the planet has a piece of the puzzle to the great mystery of life, and by not culturing this — by telling them that they simply can’t because of genetics, socioeconomic status, or place of birth — we are shooting ourselves in the foot!

Always remember, don’t just aim to better yourself — that’s selfish. Attempt to better all those around you. Because, in truth, we are all as one living organism — Earth. And when the world is viewed through that lens, by giving a leg up to a stranger, your also helping yourself — not to mention all of mankind.

Martian Luther King Jr. Once had a dream that mankind would at one point see each other not by skin-color, but by the virtue of an individual. We may be growing colorblind these days, but we are not yet culture blind — and that needs to change!


P.S. A lot of ideas in today’s blog were inspired by Sir. Ken Robinsons TED talk, of which i’ve mentioned plenty of times in the past. You can check out my favorite version of his talk here!

Welcome back everyone!

It’s so nice to see you again 🙂

It feels like only yesterday that we last talked. Feels like it — It wasn’t… 2 whole weeks I left you waiting. What a Jerk I am! I am sorry… Life sure has a funny way of dictating your actions at times, doesn’t it (So much for covering my entire world restructuring challenge in one week — Free will my ass!)? But irregardless of that, I am, genuinely, glad to be back here with you, with a little free time to add another post to my beloved Blog!

Particularly am I excited to begin lying out the details of just how we should approach this monumental task of rebuilding of our world. Am I scared? Sure, a little. It seems like a big task…. Excited? You bet-cha! I get to be the architect of an entire planet! Jealous? Good — than that’s enough tomfoolery on my part I suppose — let’s begin.

Quickly, and before I jump right into this, I just want to make sure that you can actually follow what I’m about to talk about (You know, in case you’ve not been keeping up with the blog. Tsk, tsk — naughty, naughty…), so, here it is:

In brief;

Basically, in my last 2 previous posts, I stated my belief that the state of the world is pretty dire — but relatively easy to fix, it’s merely slightly skewed — and that with a little simple finesse, and through mild use of our (collectively ignored), good-ole’ noggins, it would be relatively easy to get us all back on track. And, to put my money where my mouth was, (What money? I don’t have any money! I’m such a comedian…) I offered to put pen to paper to produce, for you all, a plan — a plan we could all begin to put in place tomorrow, that would not only work in the short-term, but could potentially make the world the place that we all dream it could be.

~ How about  a world with more fun than work…

~ How about a world with more free time to spend with loved ones…

~ How about a world that provides unlimited resources for whatever your passions are…

That’s what I’m talking about. And it is possible — if only we tighten a few loose bolts, here and there.

See, I posed the idea that the Earth came with a ginormous, “Reset”, button — just like in a video game — and we’d pressed it! Now, with our clean slate to do with what we will, and with our previous, “Before the Reset”, knowledge in-tact — how would we proceed? How should we?

And, that’s it really… You OK? Ya’ need a minute? Go ahead, take your time. You come back when your ready, ya’ hear, and then you read beyond my moat of em-dashes ———————————————————————————— Alright? Good? You all revved up and ready to go? Excellent, let’s move forward.

Yea, sure, the world is pretty messed up right now…

He actually bazinga'ed an old classmate of mine during his romp btw...

And we all want to know exactly who’s to blame, right? Who do we get to point the finger at? Because surely this crazy, two-timing world of ours, can’t be the result of our own doing — it must have been someone else! — and as soon as we know who that rapscallion is, that diabolical individual (As the “thinking”, seems to go), will begin his/her retribution to society at large, and all our current strife will just merely… melt away. Right? And won’ t that just make us feel oh-so-much better?


Come on, you had to see that coming! That’s just plain old flawed logic. It’s not anyone’s fault in particular — collectively, we really must stop saying that (it’s preventing cooperation) —  it’s just been our natural progression across our existence as humans… Again, i feel compelled to tell you: IT’S NOBODY’S FAULT! Hate to burst your, “hate bubble” here, but, regardless of your stance on the situation that’s A’ brewing across this world, it’s likely that you’re wrong.

Let me be clear — It’s NOT: the evil FED, the lazy hippies, or the big business tycoons alone. Nor is it the fault of the sly salesmen of our day, the age of the internet, or any number of homeless citizens among us — who so obviously have life figured out, but yet heartlessly won’t share their secrets with us (dem bums!) —  but, rather, my good people, our situation today is the result of many varying factors, which took place over many hundreds of years — each with their own rhymes and reasons for coming about in their own time…

Think about it;

We all started out (much like the example from my last post), innocent, naked and in some field with nothing more than nature — We had nothing, and we knew nothing (remember though, that back then, ambivalence didn’t come with a cost. Today that is certainly not the case).

Did we know what the sun was — that mystical and giant fiery ball in the sky? Hell NO.

Did we know that the invisible sensation dancing across our skin on a windy day, was caused by Air — or even what air/wind was??? Certainly NOT.

Do you suppose that any caveman, ever, had even the slightest capacity to grasp, even the basic notion of, or the inherent implications therein, long-term, daily compounding interest for on a loan and/or any of its calculatory variants — which depend unwaveringly on a myriad of seemingly innate, and irrelevant factors?

What? NO — Heck NO — Wow! Seriously, I don’t even know what i just said…

Here’s the thing:

We didn’t know, because we didn’t need to know. Ignorance is bliss. We only worked to meet our needs. We didn’t try to exceed them, like we do today, because we simply couldn’t (Ya think a caveman put in a 9-5, 6 days a week? I think not.). Honestly, at the time, we had a whole lot more to be worried about. Can you take out a Panther, armed with only your bare hands? I rest my case… Feeding ourselves, protecting ourselves from the elements, and surviving — that’s it… Those were our goals. And, even though we’ve overcomplicated things these days, they’ve maintained our goals (whether we realize it or not), all the way up from mankind’s infancy, into his teenage years (which is where we are now) — and I say, (and I hope you agree), that its high time we grew up, people, and left our reckless and crazy ways in the past. Let’s become Adults, shall we?

It's A Meeee, Marioooo. Always eat your magic-mushrooms!


Adults take responsibility for their actions, and mitigate risks.

Teenagers consistently shirk responsibilities for fun, (and nutritionally bereft fast food…).

Adults plan ahead, as they understand that their very lives, and well-being, hang on a beam built of their cumulative actions.

Teenagers live in the moment because they can — they have a safety net of sorts behind them which insulates them from careless actions (Their parents house [Or a big stock of Oil]).

Adults budget, and carefully consume their resources — which time has shown them to be finite.

Teens spend recklessly, always on the next big fad or legendary chase (absolutely heedless of destroying their essential reserves, or if their lofty goal was ever even attainable at all…).

As we run out of resources on the planet, our ability to play the role of the “teenager” is rapidly diminishing…

From cavemen and their beloved Wheel, all the way to our discovery of Oil and it’s easily harvestable energy, we recklessly careened along our timeline, growing all-the-while, completely oblivious as to HOW we operated — HOW was irrelevant (like it is for the stereotypical teen) — all that mattered is that we did.

See, these toolsthis type of invention that characterizes mankind — halted, entirely, our physical evolutionary process (Yes, Neuroscientists, I know; our brains still are still changing. [Barely] But, our body’s form, as human, is, at this point, set in stone — like it or not — unless we change it ourselves through genetics…). No longer do we require the painfully long evolution process to, for example, match the Giraffes ability in nature to reach the top branch with an extra long neck, do we? Now we either we climb, or employ a ladder, (Or find another food source. Or cut it down. Or kill the Giraffe, and eat him — that long-necked bastard. Or — a million other things!). See what I mean? Times have changed.

No longer will WE ever change to suit our environment, but, rather, our environment must now change — in order to adapt to us.

As such, we have become the masters of our own evolution. How we interact with the world is our choice now — it’s never been this way in history before, and it’s definitely never going to turn back to how it was — save for massive extinction (which is highly doubtful). So, I say, in the immortal words of the omniscient Nike corporation (product placement royalties anyone? CALL ME!).

“Just do it”.

They're SO going to call!

Let’s plan our trajectory — why not? We can, we know how, and it’ll help. Plus it’s the only way for us to keep growing as a species (not to mention it’s the only way that we can begin to climb out from this rut we’ve fallen into). So, let’s just frickin’ do it! Cool with you? I knew it would be. That’s why i like ya’ reader! You’re alright 😉

See, that “There’s only one right answer”, approach (blaming one factor), is an obsolete thinking paradigm that occurs due to the way we were all taught in school. Sir Ken Robinson, does a marvelous job of explaining this concept in his (now world-famous), TED talk. (TED website, case you don’t know what that is — and you SHOULD if you come to this blog! My favorite version of his presentation, HERE — animated!) In reality many factors have led us to the crazy state we are in today.

So we’ve played the blame game, and it left us bitter. We occupied our streets, to show the world that we’re fed up. Now, i ask you all — what are we going to do about it?

Well — looks like I cant tell you today. Too long — sorry. But I’ve brought in an expert for help, and a second opinion on my plan, before I get into the fine details and tell you. Let’s see what I come up with….

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Be well readers — Until we meet again, (on my next day off!)


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Today, my cool creative cats,

I’d like to welcome you all into the back hatch of my Mystery Machine. Go ahead, try a brownie — they’re divine. Let’s all take a seat around the huka here and politick for a bit about something that’s been stuck on my mind for quite some time now. It’s just a simple question really, one that has far-reaching implications if the answer is yes.

What's a guy got to do to get a Scooby Snack?

Are psychoactive drugs important for society?

Now dude… I totally get it. Your not-so-groovy instinct is to say “NO”, and then go run and tell mom that I’m high on something funny. But I’m serious here, and I think that this question should be taken into honest consideration for a change.

The thought got lodged in my mind indefinitely at some point over the last two years when I was having (as per usual), far too deep a conversation with someone in a setting that was highly inappropriate for the idea itself to be expressed (probably a bar, or a nightclub) — Sometimes I have trouble turning my mind off. Anyway before I go on I would like to apologize to whoever it was (as I can’t remember — sorry on two counts), but also I would like to thank you, as things and thoughts like this truly make me feel alive. The topic of conversation which I had brought up at such an inopportune and inappropriate time, had to do with our cave-dwelling ancestors and, more specifically, their potential relationship with the good ole’ wacky-tobacky.

We started off, as I remember, speculating on the likelihood that ancient man/woman had burned some of the weed (as we would do well to remember that marijuana is a natural weed which grows with nearly no provocation whatsoever), in their nightly campfire to stay warm. Perhaps they had wandered into a new part of the woods, perhaps they had noticed other animals hanging around the stuff, but for whatever reason: they found it, they burned it, and they partied on it — inevitably creating what had always been destined to become the first Cypress Hill concert in history.

Being that at this point of the evening I had more than a few Johnnie Blacks doing the backstroke in my liver, I was more than happy to speculate VIA modern dance what these wondrous first nights must have looked like. I tend to draw a crowd. Then my unwilling hostage to this inappropriate conversation (who likely wanted to run from my caveman dance impression, which could only be described as “The Elaine Dance” from Seinfeld, only worse), posed an interesting question — that surely he instantly regretted asking as it dragged him deeper into the depths of intellectuality when surely he wanted to, as previously mentioned, run away from it with all haste — and it was this; “Do you think they would have done it again the next night?”

And that was it. The lovely Sarah Ann dragged me out to the dance floor (where she’d been dancing alone while I was pointlessly pontificating with an unwilling listener over the exceptionally loud music bar-side), and I mumbled something crude back over my shoulder as I went, like “No doubt”, or “You know it”, or, and far more likely, “Duh, I dunno…”. The conversation had died, and I promptly turned off all further thought so that I might go out to the dance-floor and live in my Medulla Oblongata for the remainder of the evening (the only portion of my brain that knows how to dance).

Now surely this makes me a nut (lol, like there was any doubt up until this point), but ever since that night the seed of a thought has been stuck in my brain, like that sesame seed that now lives between your molars because no amount of floss has ever been able to get it out. My detainee might not have realized it at the time, but the chain of thoughts that he’d activated with that simple innocuous question has kept me up many-a-night wondering about life, creativity, technology, and all of their true origins.

Consider this: Ideas cannot come out of thin air. Generally speaking a “new” idea will come when something that’s known, is added to something else that’s known, with potentially a slight perversion (the individuals creativity whose idea it is dyes the mixture), to create something “new”. But is it really “new”, or just a better way of looking at/thinking about two other things that already exist? I would suggest the latter. So if our world (or its “NEW” ideas), is indeed based entirely on “what is known”, than I believe that we can safely say that “what is known” can be defined as the input that we take from our five senses (as originally that is all we knew about the world, and especially so when we look back at the original example of the cavemen-us which is where all this started. Remember that? Way back up there? I do. Good times, good times…).

That's it, I'm going vegan!

I can tell that I’m falling deep into the topic here, but I encourage you to stick with the conversation as i would love to hear all your opinions on this 🙂

So anyway, if the input of our five senses is all we know about the world than one has to begin to wonder, where did creativity come from? Specifically the type of creativity that relates to abstract thoughts, such as art (cave paintings), symbols (ancient jewelery), and tools (Spears, No not Brittney, hammers, and thirty-piece socket sets). This all brings me back to the original question, that was posed to me at an inappropriate setting for the conversation I’d needlessly started, with an individual that I can’t remember the name of, face of, or gender of (sorry), and of which I never got to answer: “Would they have gone back to the Forrest, plucked the weed again, and dropped it once more into their camp-fire?”


Of course they would have. In a time without the modern predispositions and prejudices against or for drugs, why wouldn’t they?

Let’s face it, life in ancient times must have been staggeringly boring. Fulfilling — as to complete your job with full competency all you had to do was learn to hunt and gather (Sign me up for that job! Not to mention that it comes with a 501k that starts to pay out in the twilight years of your late teens) — but nonetheless relatively monotonous. Each task that they would undertake would surely have had an expressed purpose. Forget fun, fun wasn’t yet invented, all they knew was necessity. Learn to fish so we can eat. Learn to run so you can flee. Learn to identify non-poisonous leaves so that we can make a shelter without getting a nasty rash. Learn to spot differences in the scenery so that we can stay alive (Knowing the difference between a hiding tiger, and an odd colored patch of grass is not only life-saving, but also the speculative origin of racial profiling — more on that in another post as I’m getting off topic). But what could be the logical purpose for creating art be?

Some might speculate that sex would be a main motivational factor, as these days being unique might find you a date, but since when has being different rewarded an individual within a group of like-minded (and, dare I say, simple), people? Think back to high-school…Today is slightly different from what it must have been like for prehistoric man anyway. Today members of the opposite sex can see the benefits of being different — one only has to look at the Bill Gates’, the Steve Jobs’, and the Mark Zuckerberg’s of the world for evidence of why — but this surely was not the case back in those days, being that no track record to the advantages of being different had yet been established. In those times acting different than the pack hinted at the notion that you might not fulfill your duties within the group when the group needed you. This would have made you a severe liability — these were life or death times folks. These were a people who lived and behaved in such a way so that they might stay alive. That’s it. That was enough back then. Any preformed behavior that was outside of their societal norm would have not only been wasteful, pointless, and just plain odd, but it would have also likely been seen as a severe risk to the rest of the lives within the commune. And if that different person was you, it would have meant that your life would be at severe risk in turn. Preservation of the species and all. Sorry.

This all brings me back to that wonderful night around the campfire.

An actual recreation of the night in question

Up until this point, these people must have been living the life of a logistical analyst. Live by the numbers. Do what works. Stick to the plan. Find a routine. There’s safety in numbers. Stay alive at all costs. There was no language, there were no symbols, there was no music, just the steady beat that was the rhythm of their hearts.

They light the fire…

Now all of a sudden you’ve got Ug in the corner using sparrow blood to paint on a scallop shell, Ehh-gu dancing around like a maniac (in the background going crazy), and Mary (there’s always at least one Mary), singing out of key along with the rhythm of Ehh-gu’s feet. None of them knows why they want to do it, and it doesn’t even matter: they’re having pointless fun!

Soon: Ug (the budding artist), is painting warnings on caves that bears live therein — so stay out; Mary has realized that her tones effect people in particular ways, and she’s working on her technique (which will someday become language); and Ehh-gu has figured out that the ladies flock to the rhythm of his funky flow (also his footwork has improved for when he goes on the hunt). All this occurred because a psychoactive drug had taken a group of individuals out of their heads, out of the norm, out of what they did solely for logic, and brought them into a parallel state of being. A silly one mind you, one that does not always produce results (Notice I hadn’t mentioned Rarr who choose to repeatedly slam his head into a rock while under the drugs effect [However Bam-bu took note of this and made a hammer the following day, so really it all evened out in the end]) but a state of mind nonetheless that can shake things up and make something happen.

Obviously if the pack of Neanderthals had lived their lives in this state of stupor the planet might be run by hyper-intelligent dolphins, rather than us somewhat intelligent humans, but because it was all done in moderation (once a night, and a very little bit), we were allowed to survive, and form the basis of society as we know it.

Us! (In a nutshell)

Now, before anybody gets any ideas, I’d like to clear something up: I am not advocating the habitual use of psychoactive drugs — regardless of how much it may seem like I am. I do however wish to point out that there is a possibility that they might be able to help us as a species (on occasion), shake our thoughts free from the prison of “The Known”, where they simply can’t help to be born. The mind is one giant pharmacist to begin with, and a temporary imbalance might be just the thing to help those scientists with “Writers block”, that are working on a cure for cancer, or aids, or whatever, think a fair margin out of the box so that maybe, just maybe, they might stumble upon a cure. Who knows?

Anyway, like I said, all this is only a question. Yes; they might help society, No; there’s not a snow-balls chance in hell, and why. That is all I ask of you all 🙂

The purpose of this blog is mainly to spark creative inspiration in my readers, so if nothing else I hope that at least I achieved merely that. Whether or not you agree that drugs might be beneficial (again; on occasion) to the uprooting of fixed and narrow-sighted thought processes, hopefully you’ll formulate a fresh opinion on the matter, and if you have… well then at least I got you thinking.