The poetic irony of the tragically disconnected

My generation is seemingly the most "in-touch" generation of any before its time, yet the tragic irony is--we couldn't be more disconnected from one another. We live in the age of iphones, blackberries, facebook, blogging, instant messaging--instant everything. Every facet of our society speaks of intense longing, desire, for relationship, for intimacy, for connection--all of the aforementioned "gadgets" speak to this end. Yet, we sit together around a table together, iphones in hand, fighting with all that is within us to remain connected to the world, but in the process we lose the very connections right in front of our face. The poetic irony is almost too painful to grasp.