In all of his products, technology would be married to great design, elegance, human touches, and even romance.
He would be in the fore of pushing friendly graphical user interfaces.
The calligraphy course would become iconic in that regard.
"If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts.
And since Windows just copied the Mac, it's likely that no personal computer would have them."
In the meantime Jobs eked out a bohemian existence on the fringes of Reed.
He went barefoot most of the time, wearing sandals when it snowed.
Elizabeth Holmes made meals for him, trying to keep up with his obsessive diets.
He returned soda bottles for spare change, continued his treks to the free Sunday dinners at the Hare Krishna temple,
and wore a down jacket in the heatless garage apartment he rented for $20 a month.
When he needed money, he found work at the psychology department lab maintaining the electronic equipment that was used for animal behavior experiments.
Occasionally Chrisann Brennan would come to visit.
Their relationship sputtered along erratically.
But mostly he tended to the stirrings of his own soul and personal quest for enlightenment.
"I came of age at a magical time," he reflected later. "Our consciousness was raised by Zen, and also by LSD."
Even later in life he would credit psychedelic drugs for making him more enlightened.
"Taking LSD was a profound experience, one of the most important things in my life.
LSD shows you that there's another side to the coin, and you can't remember it when it wears off, but you know it.
It reinforced my sense of what was important—creating great things instead of making money,
putting things back into the stream of history and of human consciousness as much as I could."