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Gadgets mirrors the contradiction of jobs himself. he was an artist who saw perfection but could never find peace. he had the focus of a monk, but none of the empathy. he offered us freedom, but only within a closed garden to which he held the key. to reconcile these contradictions, i think we have to look to the other half of our relationship with jobs. to ourselves. as jobs wanted it, the screen of my iphone is dark, a zen landscape of the unseen. if i stare into it, i see an obscure reflection of myself, but this impression lasts just a fleeting moment before i press the home key and the sc...

Contractions of jobs himself. he was an artist who saw perfection, but could never find peace. he had the focus of a monk, but none of the empathy. he offered us freedom, but only within a closed garden to which he held the key. to reconcile these contradictions, i think we have to look to the other half of our relationship with jobs. to ourselves. as jobs wanted it, the screen of my iphone is dark, a zen landscape of the unseen. if i stare into it, i see an obscure reflection of myself, but this impression lasts just a fleeting moment before i press the home key and the screen lights up. but ...

He had the focus of a monk, but none of the empathy. he offered us freedom, but only within a closed garden to which he held the key. to reconcile these contradictions, i think we have to look to the other half of our relationship with jobs. to ourselves. as jobs wanted it, the screen of my iphone is dark, a zen landscape of the unseen. if i stare into it, i see an obscure reflection of myself, but this impression lasts just a fleeting moment before i press the home key and the screen lights up. but perhaps i should spend a moment regarding that reflection. asking myself what in buying and usi...

Gadgets, there is a contractions of jobs himself. he was an artist who saw perfection, but could never find peace. he had the focus of a monk, but none of the empathy. he offered us freedom, but only within a closed garden to which he held the key. to reconcile these contractions, i think we have to look to the other half of our relationship with jobs. to ourselves. as jobs wanted, the screen of my iphone is dark, a zen landscape of the unseen. if i stare into it, i see an obscure reflection of myself, but this impression lasts just a fleeting moment before i press the home key and the screen ...