Once upon a time the ability to write was considered magic, or a gift from the gods. I'm not entirely sure which god thought it was a good idea, or just how long they spent thinking about it, but apparently once it was bestowed upon humanity, it went slightly awry.
There is power in words. There are songs, and stories, and traditions of rebellion and empowerment, tales of the small becoming mighty, of the oppressed being liberated; stories meant to inspire hope, and fortitude, and indefatigability. Is that a word?
I have unfinished thoughts, unfinished manuscripts, imagery and poetry that predated major artisanal releases. I guess it's the same everywhere.