Every book has a set number of pages and every language has a finite number of words. Will all possible books ever be written, and will there come a day when it becomes impossible to write a single new one?
There’s an old song that starts off by saying life itself writes the novels...
so, if you ask me, it’s just impossible for every book to ever be finished or for us to hit a wall where nothing new can be created, because even if the words stay the same, everything feels brand new to every new pair of eyes that reads it.
So—is it possible to exhaust every single topic (if that's even how you'd put it)?
I mean, could we really run dry on just one subject, like love, let alone every topic under the sun?
Anyway, I stumbled upon this fantastic article based on a lecture by Umberto Eco that dives right into this exact dilemma. From the Internet to Johannes Gutenberg.
Here are a few quick snippets from it:
"Let's move toward a freer society where free creativity coexists with the interpretation of texts. I like that. But we shouldn't claim we've simply replaced the old with the new. Thank God, we have both."
Because...
"In the history of culture, it has never happened that one thing simply kills another; rather, one thing profoundly transforms another."