In his heart, Steve Jobs is alone. He wanted to unite the world through technology, but he insulated us. We are heads down everywhere, buried deeply in technology we grasp deep within our hands. Whenever we are lonely, we reach for the Internet. We reach for friends we never meet. We enjoy the anonymity. We reject intimacy. We refuse to feel. We think technology will solve our predicament, but anonymity creates more loneliness than answers. We created a god in Steve Jobs. Gods die like dreams die. Steve Jobs was our dream lost in reality. We accomplish more through technology, but lose our souls in dreaming for its survival.
Does anonymity really protect us? Do words mean anything? Words are preserved forever in the Internet. Nothing is erased. Apology means nothing. We are forever absolved from our mistakes. We are ring creatures. We answer anything that rings. We are slaves to technology. We are prototypes of a coming robot revolution. We are becoming robots. We don’t want to imitate, but does technology require attention? Does screen size matter when Steve Jobs is no longer here to impress us?
We wish we could hear him from the grave. Nobody represents him in this life. The awe factor is gone. We are jaded. We seek new technology to absorb us. We want to escape to a new reality. Unfortunately, who cannot see this new technology like Steve Jobs. Who can look at a thought process and realize it is moving in the wrong direction. Nobody looks at form factor in the same way. Everything is marketing and it is nothing like new ideas. We are back to basics, since our king has died. We wait for a new king. A new acceptance for brilliance. We live in thin lines of our existence. We seek a god for our new technology. We seek new continuance in old goals. We seek our dead king. His last result is failing us.