It’s a strange feeling to write about the inevitable. Mortality catches all of us whether we like it or not. Whether we’re degenerate resource-sapping morons or great inspirational innovators. Death and taxes, we’re told, are the only absolutely inevitable things in the modern world.

In Steve’s recent resignation letter that spawned tributes the world over only a few weeks ago he talked about the fact that he would only ever quit if he couldn’t continue his duties at Apple. We all knew he was ill and hoped he was just taking time out to have quality time with his family. It seems the end really was near. I’m reminded of the iPhone 4S keynote where a shot of the crowd highlighted a single empty chair. I wonder if that was the chair he used to give out to staff during internal presentations…

I’m not quite sure what I’m supposed to write about the passing of someone who carried such great weight of inspiration and genius. Obama commented “There may be no greater tribute to Steve’s success than the fact that much of the world learned of his passing on a device he invented”, which covers the superfluous stuff elegantly.

No one else affected the world quite the way he did. Only Jobs could have built Apple and Pixar by routinely ignoring the norm and bending/breaking rules and boundaries to push out new experiences.

The mere fact that the passing of a CEO can garnish such an outpouring of love says it all. People are laying tributes at retail stores worldwide and the flags for America, California and Apple are at half mast outside One Infinite Loop in Cupertino.

I’m literally lost for words so the only thing left to say is R.I.P. Steve. Remember to stay hungry and foolish.