I love my iPod. It eases my commute, helps me run and even promotes the Torah class I teach. When Steve Jobs died in October, the world mourned the loss of a unique visionary who, through the sheer force of his personality, fashioned products that have enhanced the lives of people across the globe. But was it worth it? I wonder. In his forthcoming biography of Jobs, author Walter Isaacson recalled asking the dying icon why, given that he so valued his privacy, did he welcome a stranger into his home for hours of intimate, personal interviews for a biography that would only be published after his death? Jobs’ answer saddened me.