I get lost in those early inked pages, you know? The printing press turned a solitary scribbler into a public voice, and that shift was like the first crack in the writer's ego—so suddenly the author was no longer alone in a cramped study. It made the idea of ownership slippery, but it also let ideas breathe and spread like a wildfire. So while it felt like a joke to some, for me it’s the most exciting upheaval of the past, a reminder that the pen’s power can be shared, not hoarded.