I have come to bury Jobs, not praise him. The gravity of his impact will come in the unborn generations in which his genius is silently woven within, through the credo he embedded onto the digital age; that desperate plea to Think Different that became the life force of Apple. His intense desire to change the world for the better more than once with a revolutionary product. His undying vision of the perfect communion of the mind, body, soul and machine. This is why the iPod is not just a music player, this is why the iPhone is not just a phone. It’s why Apple took one shot with the iPad while Microsoft spent a decade trying to sell a myriad of tablets. It’s why Pixar is not just a film company. This is why people fetishes their products and memorialized Jobs before he died. This is how the people who are crazy enough to change world does it. By giving you streamable porn of all kinds and the ephemeral moments of triumph in Angry Bird while you shit. And by making the ever growing sum of all human knowledge accessible from your pocket. And then by giving it an intelligence.
