So I’ve been playing with stories, but I don’t so much want to write them as I want to throw them off for other people to write. (If there are any actually-greedy capitalists in Hollywood, I am by now a walking benedy factory: I see my kind of stories everywhere.)
And I’ve been playing DISC games with the news, publicly on Facebook and privately with Cathleen all the time.
But mainly I’ve been trying to figure out leadership.
That’s stupid and easy, of course, but everything I think about is.
I have theory, and it’s interesting to me because it ties so much of my world together: Egoism, mothertongue, storgic love, DISC – how those all work together to make social machines work.
But I have another leadership idea gnawing at me, and I think it’s more important than the underlying theory of it all:
Leadership beckons. You walk away from the group, then turn back to face it. Then you gesture with your hand: “Come. Follow me.”
That’s the whole speech in mothertongue, with any abstract notation being redundant.
Leadership beckons. It doesn’t bellow. It doesn’t shout – or threaten. It doesn’t scold or scorn or scoff. It doesn’t bark. It doesn’t bully. It doesn’t rage.
Leadership beckons. It invites. It promotes and it promises. It welcomes. It enlists but it also enleagues and conspires and confabulates – creating its own family legend by creating its own family.
Leadership beckons. It persuades by being a family: You are not doing this for me, nor I for you, but we for us – because what’s good for us is what’s good for us.
Leadership beckons. To lead is to leave, even if no one follows. But (more…)