OK. Things are about to get a little woo-woo.
The other day I wrote about the tidal wave of emotion I felt in response to Robin Williams death. I think there is something “otherworldly” going on. Spiritually, psychically, I dunno. Something, though, outside the realm of the physical world.
Have you read Malcolm Gladwell? In The Tipping Point he talks about “connectors”. These are people who are central, or the common denominator in a set of other people’s lives.
It’s like a giant spider web. Tweak a branch of the web, and depending on how strong the “tweak”, it will be felt in other parts of the web. Clip a junction on one of the branches and parts of the web will fall away, but the center remains connected to the remaining branches.
Now, make a similar schematic with Robin Williams in the center. You and I and everyone else who knows him are on that web.
But I’m not talking about being connected to him as a friend, a family member, a colleague or even as a fan. I’m talking about being connected to him via his ability, through his art, his work, his humanity, to tap into some field of energy, some magnetism.
Or maybe it’s called love. Thanks Amanda.
I think of him as a conduit between the universe and the rest of us. He was the pathway along which love was transmitted. Can you imagine being a conductor of such a super-charged energy? Can you imagine the burden he must have endured, the exhaustion?
Now the flow of energy is interrupted. The hub has been cut away. All that remains is a gaping, dark wound. The rest of the web has been in free fall, without a center, cut off from the source. We plummet toward the same dark abyss, fascinated, terrified.
This is us, reverberating to the waves of grief that have been cycling the globe. This is us, recovering from the free fall, slowly, and tenderly, we move to settle and and re-establish our connection to the source.
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