The Social Impulse
I took a “wrong” turn on my hike the other day and ran across this ______ (whatever it is). There’s no explanation, and certainly no directions. But, somehow, I immediately felt it was social, and I felt welcome to contribute.
I found a rock that spoke to me. And I placed it.
I didn’t want to put it in a precarious place. And I definitely didn’t want to risk any of it tumbling down like a giant Jenga puzzle. I found a flat rock, and placed it on a much larger, supporting (load bearing) flat rock. About ¾ of my rock lies on the surface of the rock under it, and about ¼ extends out, cantilever.
Just as I feel welcome to build upon what’s there, my rock and its placement invite others to build upon it. Some extra weight placed on the supported ¾ would allow someone else to place a rock on the extended end. And I feel good about my role in this creation.
Now that I think about it, though, it’s probably not a single, ever-accumulating structure. Rain and wind must knock it down – or some of it. And people will build it back up again. One stone at a time. And it becomes a dance. People taking their multipart turn; then nature takes its turn. (I was at first thinking that nature’s turn was with one devastating blow. But it’s not true. Nature also has a multipart turn. Each raindrop that hits. Each gust of wind. One rock falls over. Two. Three. A mini-landslide. A fallen rock gets shoved again and again, until the storm is over and the sun comes out and it’s the people’s turn again.)
And, like with nature’s turn, the people’s turn is not neat and orderly. The absence of stated (let alone enforced) rules makes sure of that. Each person who encounters it determines their own rules.
When I encountered it, I just knew that I could place a rock – one rock. I chose the rock. I chose the placement. I chose to sit down and appreciate it, to write down these impressions.
Someone else may decide to place several rocks. Or rearrange existing rocks. Or tear some (or all) of it down. Or just move on with a passing glance.
Who’s “right”? Is “right” even meaningful here?
I invest in this thing whatever meaning I choose. I can name it… a collaborative expression? Rock art? Terraforming? I choose to allow it to move me. As others choose to regard it in their own ways, with profound meaning or with passing nonchalance. And the vast, vast majority of people (including, quite possibly, everyone I’ve ever known) will never encounter it themselves.
I may try to share it with others, as I’m doing now, along with the meaning I derived from it. And, while I can hope that others appreciate what I share, it’s unlikely to have the same depth of meaning for anyone else. More significant, perhaps, is that I let others know that it is meaningful to me. That’s how to connect with people – not to try to convey the meaningfulness per se, but to convey that it was meaningful to me.
I can’t convey meaning to others. I can only be(come) and express myself. And by doing so – authentically, honestly – then others can more deeply appreciate who I am, and, perhaps, find their own meaning in knowing me.


Imagine going to iTunes to download I Gotta Feeling from the 

I was at my optometrist’s office the other morning. Discovering my interest in social media, he mentioned to me that he was on the committee working to develop social networking tools within the 
monitor the “border” of what subjects are legitimate and what are not. Whoever the monitor is, s/he necessarily applies a subjective perspective. A human monitor is usually put in place because of the perceived need for judgment. (If no judgment were needed, the border could be “patrolled” automatically – like by rejecting any posts that contain the word “breakfast”). So, by having a human monitor in place to say that this content is OK, and that is not, the network centralizes responsibility for shaping/steering the conversation. Far better (I think) to distribute such responsibility among all participants. Let them hash out what’s appropriate or not, like with Wikipedia’s Discussion pages.
being invited to participate in a social network – an ecosystem of relationships in which each member has an equal right to self-expression. I believe that if the network is to be most effective (i.e., most valuable to most participants), then it’s better to let its shape emerge organically. I can imagine the organizers, in announcing the new service, sharing their expectations and vision to kick things off. And then relax, sit back and watch what evolves. If allowed to develop organically, in response to the authentic contributions of those members who choose to contribute, it will more likely grow into something that members find really useful and meaningful (with borders that nobody can predict today.)
I don’t know Mr. Borrelli’s politics. I suspect that they are not congruent with my own. But for a few moments, he and I connected on a special level — this man whose long and challenging life had taught him to love this country, and myself, who wants to be openly proud of my country.

In both cases, I remarked to my wife, you have a bunch of skill-based enthusiasts who come together to share their skills.