Cocoa and Guarana are gifts of flora. Nothing wrong with aiding human imperfection with herbs, adjusting the balance what was falling behind. My high maintenance mind requires meticulous upkeep. I alone can't keep up. So popping a pill, manipulated by the magic of biological nature, helps me glide right alongside the speed of universal time. I'm finally paced the same as most functional, sensible, average creatures. But once the capsules are metabolized, I immediately crash down to a useless blob staring into space, daydreaming for energy to posses me to jump up and skydive, mount rollercoasters and go extreme running.