It's too simple to say that he gave us the products we love without asking why we love the way we do,it's too simple even to conclude we love them because they connect us to a wider world and people in our lives that are far away.Because this machine isolates us,too. Perhaps our contradictory nature of ecperience with these gadgets mirrors the controdictions in Jobs himself. He is an artist who sought perfection,but could never found 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 controdictions,I think we have to look to the other half of relationship with Jobs,To ourselves.As Jobs wanted it,the screen of my iPhone is dark,a Zen lanscape 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 screen lights up.But perhaps I should spend a moment regarding that reflection,asking myself what,in buying and using the product,I'm doing?What is the full nature of my transaction with the maker of this magical and intimate machine? 最后一段话简直美哭，我忍不住要翻译了。 如果只说乔布斯给我们带来了我们喜爱的产品未免过于简单，我们应该问问我们为什么会这样喜欢他的杰作；我们也不能定论说我们爱着这东西是因为它将我们和更广阔的世界，和身旁的人们连接起来，因为它同时也使我们成为一个个孤岛。 可能我们对iPhone的矛盾感经历恰恰也映射出乔布斯本人的矛盾天性。 他既是一个追求极致完美的艺术家，却很难；他像僧侣修行一样专注， 却欠缺共情能力。他为我们提供一个自由之地，此地却是一座幽闭的花园，自由的钥匙只在他身上。 想要调和这些矛盾，我们必反观其为我们创造出的关系的另一半，即我们和乔布斯的关系。我的iphone现在屏幕一片漆黑，就像乔布斯曾追求的那种无法眼观到的禅的境界。我盯住这黯淡的屏幕，我压下home键屏幕亮起，看到自己朦胧的倒影转瞬即逝。也许我该花点时间审视审视我这倒影，然后问问我自己，为什么我要买，要用这台iPhone？我到底在干什么？到底是我的什么天性，驱使我购买这件魔性又让人有股亲近感的东西呢？第一次翻译，请指教。