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We all know, broad strokes: a graduate student and its Syrian friend was born a boy. It places the boy for adoption. He comes to live with Paul and Clara. Paul is a machinist who moved to San Francisco after World War II. It grows in Santa Clara County. This flat, a lot of the history of the buildings, mainly middle and upper middle class out the bad parts. Part of it, rather, not parts. He wasn't coddled. His biological mother makes it adopters promises to send him to College. In fourth grade, he is a great teacher and, probably, again and again.
His parents scrape to send him a Reed. He drops out of College and begins dropping in classes that you are interested in. He makes money returning bottles and he hits the temple Hare Krishna now and then to free food. He took calligraphy, eschews the typical coursework and at the age of 20, he and a buddy to start a company.
He is a Buddhist nature. It reduces rivals and builds on its command 4000 singular vision. It comes, is building another company or two and returned. He is kind of hippie, enjoying the Bob Dylan and the Beatles. He loves music.
He leaves, is now a victim of something gnawing at his health as the sea spray whittles a wooden pier.
Where does that leave Apple? And where does that leave us?
I'm not always a Mac lover. I thought they were over priced and beautiful candy color too silly for my 486 tastes. Any chips that power in his name overcompensating floor I wagered.
But I have learned over the last decade addressing machine that just works. Is the machine that the boy to put most of his life, a machine that has the heart of the old stuff, what lay blinking and desperate in the Stanford computer lab somewhere and then eventually fell to what you and I can fit into our pockets.
Many complained that ecosystem that he created a walled garden, but I would equate to pastures. "The reason everything looks beautifully, because it is out of balance," wrote Zen master including Shunryu Suzuki. "But his background is always in perfect harmony." Front anything can happen. In the back, the perfect peace and order.
There is a strain of the Internet, thought that requires us to tear down, refusing to see the other side. There will be a lot of what happens in the next few days as talking heads talking. But one CEO who, at the end of his company, will raise the wave well-wishes and interest? When Michael Dell dodders outside or Howard Stringer slaps the Club Chair for final cigar, who takes care of the next day?
We all know, broad strokes: man got sicker, he almost quit, kept at it. It covers the successor and groomed him as calm as it once was. He kept us surprised, entertained, constantly speculation. We wondered where he was. If it was good.
We all know, broad strokes: he is not so good. He's gone. Another Buddhist (or close enough to one) said, "Mark immature man is that he wants to die nobly for the cause, while the sign of a mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one".
Godspeed, Mr. jobs. We will miss you on stage.
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