This is one of those times when, for all my skills as a writer, my own words are woefully inadequate, and the best I can do is borrow from those better than I.
“DEAR EDITOR: I am 8 years old.
“Some of my little friends say Steve Jobs is dead.
“Papa says, ‘If you see it in THE SUN it’s so.’
“Please tell me the truth; is Steve Jobs gone?
“115 WEST NINETY-FIFTH STREET.”
VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except what they see online. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.
Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Steve Jobs. He exists as certainly as intuition and genius and innovation exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Steve Jobs. It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, not even in sense and sight. The eternal light with which creativity fills the world would be extinguished.
Believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch at Infinite Loop for Steve Jobs, but even if they did not see Steve Jobs coming in, what would that prove? You may not see Steve Jobs yourself, but that is no sign that there is no Steve Jobs. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.
You may tear apart the iPhone and see what processor it has inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that reality distortion field and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, VIRGINIA, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.
Steve Jobs dead?! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of the crazy ones.