posthuman: what, no bunnies?

This is the first year in my life in which I got jack from my parents for Easter.* My mom ("Me mum" for those Bri'ish readers joining us --- props to me mate Grovesie for the plug, Respect) has always sent me cards, in little packages with at least some form of chocolate. (Presumably the eternally scrumscious taste of chocolate symbolizes the imperishable, glorious body of our risen Lord...) This year, nada.

My point?

My point is that I --- a member of a generation of highly-mobile single adults (which probably includes you, dear reader) who are disconnected from their families and even from the earth itself --- am now without the one slender thread that implied a semblance of family relation at Easter-tide. And so I feel alone-ness.

No doubt tens of thousands of other "twixters" are experiencing at least as much family-disconnection as I am today. So I'm wondering: Is the huge prevelance of this isolation-from-family simply an extension of the kind of separation that historically has come with "urbanization," or is it a hallmark of a new qualitative leap in human social experience, perhaps even one which we're not adequately prepared to face? If the latter, does or will this imply anything
different about how we see ourselves as human beings (e.g. "I and those I know exist alone, apart from any familial context, which we regard as a superfluous luxury --- like chocolate") ...and how we're likely to develop?

-Scott

*Well, maybe. There was a ring of the doorbell a couple days ago, I must confess. But after many hopes dashed over the years, I've concluded that an unexpected doorbell-ring in the middle of the day pretty much always announces the arrival of someone I don't want to meet. So I let this one go... They're supposed to leave a note if they're UPS, and typically they leave the package there even though they're not supposed to.