Now that the internet has come to affect how all of us live, we have become accustomed to thinking of all human information exchange as one hyper-connected world-wide web.
On-line search engines like Google and Bing function like an extension of the neurons firing in our brains when we ask them questions in the form of key words that instantaneously connect us to the corresponding answers. The entire web is like a cat’s cradle of connectivity, or as I often visualize it, like the flight pattern maps that one gazes at in airline magazines. A web of information and connectivity is a good description of civilization itself, for what is a civilization if not a pattern of organized social connections that is protected militarily from outside attack or disintegration?
But there is not just a single world-wide web, shared by all people. Actually, each person is the center of a web of social interaction that is as much an expression of his or her particular identity as his or her fingerprint. When I invite friends or loved ones to a party or celebration, I am asserting the identity and unique composition of my very own web of civilization. I am like a stone skipping on a pond, with the ripples of my social interactions extending outwards from my immediate family and best friends to the wider orbit of my casual acquaintance. Each of us creates our own unique civilization with this personal web or network. Thus it is that when a person dies, a unique civilization dies with him. The people in the dead man’s network remain alive, of course, but never again will they be connected in the same exact pattern. Of course, the spouse, brother, sister or best friend of the deceased may have a roughly similar range of acquaintance, but it will not be identical. Even if it were composed of exactly the same list of people, the differing emotional ties of the dead man and the survivor will be sufficient to amount to a different pattern. Perhaps only the internet has allowed us to realize this truth fully. That is why we all have our own Facebook pages!
I was thinking about this because just this week a man died who was my mentor and in some ways my soul-mate. Bill Talley was a wonderful man, beloved and befriended by many, many people who generally shared his kindliness, sharp and compassionate psychological insight, sense of humor and most of all, his love of social celebration. Bill’s network of friends, family and loved ones amounts to a civilization that continued to rise as he flourished and that now will inevitably fall in decline because he is gone.
The purpose of a memorial service is to validate an individual by validating his personal world-wide web, his unique civilization, simply by gathering the group together one more time. People are meant to acknowledge and toast that specific group even as they celebrate the life of the deceased one who has brought them together. After the memorial is over, rare indeed are the instances when that particular group can manage to plan and hold a future reunion. Even if the reunion were successfully scheduled and attended, the civilization would no longer truly exist due to its missing leader, its director, its centerpiece. We are all like suns and our network of friends and loved ones is like a solar system of planets revolving around us. All of our overlapping civilizations, each one centered around a single person, are like parallel universes. Each one is its own particular web of life, a unique world-wide web.