A society of people.... one publishes an ad in the personals looking for someone with who he can "meld completely, learn everything about you, so deeply that when you smell a fragrance that reminds you of the nurse that held you in the delivery room I'll see your smile and know your secret." He publishes this after seeing one woman extremely briefly and locking eyes with her for a fraction of a second. At first the responses to his ad are few and far between, but then, a local newspaper picked it up as a story, then the local television news did, then the network news did, etc. His ad started being discussed on AM radio talk shows, public television, then cable news shows (i.e. Hannity & Colmes, The O'Reilly Factor), with people taking sides and it becoming an issue in politics, social life, economics, etc. As this happened, the responses to his ad grew exponentially. He got some local attention (getting the highest bid at a bachelor auction, some people buying him drinks in bars, eetc.), but once people figured out more about him, they find some reason to leave him. Nothing about him is wrong, no one can find anything bad to say about him, but the primary reason is simply that; there's nothing wrong with him. There's nothing about him that frightens them, that excites them, that makes them hate him a little. It's not that their affections are unreciprocated. It's just that the reciprocate is so exact it becomes '1', with no little fraction pushed towards one of them; like a wall, with no give to adjust for Coriolis effect (plumb lines). His popularity diminished locally, then faded away until he was back at the point where the story began. He gave it up as another failed method of finding his soulmate, but the media hubbub about the story continues. Since he only reads news from one source (some obscure source; i.e. slashdot, fark, local print zine) and doesn't believe in TV or radio, though he has 3 perfectly serviceable models of each in his house, that aren't plugged in (he bought them to 'fit the decor'), he isn't aware of it. The media circus shifts toward academic circles and intellectuals begin to discuss his values as a moral code or their application to their specialized fields. People begin to form groups based on those philsophies, first to study it and then to live it. Books are written about it and it is then that our protagonist begins to realize this new pop philosophy is based on him (he realizes it because the movement is named after some bastardization of his name). The movement, because of all of its momentum becomes The Movement and starts to shake the very foundations of international human society. Our protagonist felt like he was a piece of driftwood that someone found at sea and then shoved into the wet sand of the beach and all of the other pieces of floatsam and jetsam were floating around him and leaving him, going back to sea. The Movement becomes more and more practiced, advertised as a system that is compatible with all of your other beliefs, religions, codes of belief, etc. but which eventually becomes that which unifies the human race. People practice the melding with each other, first very spiritually, then in a highly ritual manner. The man continued to participate in society, but never really feeling like he was a part of it. Instead of joining one of the many communes that began to form the new social unit and become the nuclear family, he decided to become a wanderer - one of very few. When he's nearing the end of his life (people decide when to take their own life, everyone sharing in the experience instead of it coming unexpectedly... people are advised to take their lives long before they are expected to die), he meets the one person that he saw that inspired him to write his personal ad. He had never thought of her since that day. He stays with their group and was invited to stay with the tribe after being a guest for 3 days. However, the custom was that he had to be 'sponsored' by someone who would essentially be the first person who would meld with him completely (emotionally, spiritually, sexually... we understand this to be either man or woman). Who the person was will define the story. (Family member, stranger, the woman, etc.) Multiple endings?

Sorry about the above. I don't feel like taking it down, because I know the story idea will always be somewhere. Don't assume it reveals anything about my personality.

Band: www.freerobg.com

That was my band, in case it wasn't clear.

I was the singer.

I know it looks like the band is still alive, but it's not. I do other things now.

Maybe a good creative outlet for me would be a food blog. Both restaurants and recipes. And maybe restcipes.

Guru, sits at the end of a long white hall and everyone who is in his presence, even the doubters (doubting Thomas) believe that he is divine. Is he divine? No. Born of man. His hermitage is carefully designed to make people accept his words. People sacrifice and pay to make it there (pilgrimage), the entire place is pumped with some airborne drugs (mild hallucinogens), the floor moves at an unnoticeable rate away from the guru (causing the trek from the entrance to his feet much longer), etc. So, he's a charlatan? No. His words cause people to lead good lives. Is he bad, should he be judged?