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Mar
04

“& now I promise: no more words.
Because words mean nothing.
Words fall short.
Words scatter like dry leaves,
stirred by the wind,
swirling, rising upward,
tangling with each other,
like some incantation gone awry,
unable to bring you back.”

Dan Lyons, One Last Thing… R.I.P Steve Jobs

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I just finished Isaacson’s biography on the late CEO of Apple. The first thing I did after closing the book was check to see if Lyon’s (Wired.com) The Diary of Steve Jobs blog was still active. It was. The above quote is the last quip in a very long run-on memorial poem. 

On their own, subject aside, his final words are remarkably poignant. In simple imagery he strips away a relationship, leaving only the honest desire to have what is gone, back again. 

And in life, that’s a sentiment we all will have to brave someday. 

Notes

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