finding yzart: I've made lots of mistakes in 3 days on steemit, I'm really going to have to learn to do things better

Readers are going to read.

So naturally when I first found out about steemit as I was perusing the web, I went and read the white paper , . from the author's , inventors , orchestrators ,administrators and operators of steemit...

I wanted them to have a beautiful experience!

Liberty! When I read that word in the white paper it rang to my ears like the Unity Bell ,that I have long envisioned,

I've also envisioned numerous monuments and art installations to our emerging Unity and our renewed commitment to Liberty...

The next Revolution will be won , in your consciousness..... and you can quote me on that.

I don't know why other people come to steemit. I came here because months before ,years before that , decades before that ,lifetimes before that , I was devising a plan.
when I read the white paper, I knew that I had found a platform that was going to survive the test of time.
I would plant my Magic seed in this fertile crypto ground, there slowly it would germinate eventually to Spring forth as a tiny little bud reaching for the Sun.

What might grow from a seed well planted?

That flaming top you see on the as rare as any guitar on Earth could be, there's only ever been one made, is 2700 years old. In 1857 it was felled. That means loggers cut it down while it was still growing at 2500 years old.

That seed grew into a mighty tree in what was then known as Hopa native territory ..in what is now branscomb California. In 1857 those same native peoples had a bounty on their heads...

That once Mighty tree listened to the voices, felt the footsteps, heard the songs, of that gentle noble people. When that tree was cut down it was a portent of what was to come those people. It would be many generations before they would sing their songs again, in fact it's only just recently that they've really, started to sing again and renew the ceremonies.

A storm blew through branscomb California in about 1969, it blew over a big maple tree, it fell near a barn where a young 20-something artist was residing, with no electricity, no running water, only wood shop which was his passion. In fact the young man named Robin Thompson was newly released from service to the US government in the branch of the military called the United States Navy.

He told me that he awoke from a dream and quickly grabbed pen and paper and sketched the outline of this guitar. He realized that the maple tree that had fallen was a gift. He realized that the Redwood stump that he had set on, big enough to park a truckar on top of and it would still have room to put a motorcycle in front of it and also in behind it and then people on either side of that, was an opportunity in the rough.

Remember he had no electricity, so with sledgehammers, wedges, hand saws, block planes, chisels, clamps, a workbench, with unlimited ingenuity and enthusiasm, he crafted the Masterpiece you see in these photos.

It was completed and signed 1977, in 2007, Rob, heard me singing some of my original songs, he decided it was time to part with the Flaming jazz guitar. Thanks buddy.

Thanks for reading, y'all come back now!