I’ve been reflecting recently on why I don’t have any followers. A lot of people who have written less than I have, have all kinds of followers. I decided the other day that it is because the other people were trying to bring people to them while I’ve been trying to bring people to themselves. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
It is time for the evolution of Facebook. Not the revolution__that word has been over-used throughout history. No, this is the evolution of my Facebook page as I transform from TC Newell into Gregory Gregarious. I am evolving from TC Newell into Gregory Gregarious. When was the last time you were hugged and kissed? That long ago? Well__here I am.
Nobody may never even notice the beginning of this evolution__at least not now. Maybe not until one hundred and fifty years from now. And I would be in good company with writers who had to hold a
J-O-B because they never made enough money with their writing. Yet Whitman and Melville made more than me with their writing. So now begins the evolution of myself becoming the biographer, the writer, the photo-journalist, the collage creator, and the video-maker. Spoken through the words and seen through the eyes of Gregory Gregarious.
“Give me one paragraph written by TC and I will perform it!,” I proclaim. “Guarantee!” I shall create with my Soul-Mate the viable visions and videos that end up on FB. And when “FB” is written or spoken by Gregory, the community knows he is talking about Facebook. And Prince Nehemiah and I are both living to create collages with images of Alphonso McAuley and me.
“TC!?__Gregory!?,” shouts Henrietta Heron in her column.
My Prince is telling me now, by whispering my my ear, “We’ve reached the evolutionary plane where we no longer number or label our collages.”
“I think you are right,” I proclaim.
“Stop counting how many collages of Alphonso and you we’re making,” says Nehemiah because that is what Soul-Mates do. He stands over my shoulder and whispers again, “Just go with the creative energy flow.”
And I turn to him, look him eye to eye, and say, “When we are floating along the Sea of Cornucopia in our house-boat.”
“Creative Energy Flow,” he finishes my thought aloud, as all Soul-Mates do.