Is the physical book now an obsolete technology?

I was born and and brought up in a small post-Gutenberg printing shop, deep in the south of Italy, in an agricultural society in the first half of last century and millennium. My father would print everything readable to the very few who could read and write in those days. He gave “life” to printed words, “shaped” with leaden inked pages. I was fascinated by letters, though they could not speak to me. They would tell me something only when I was able to read them. Now I’m typing these words on my pc screen. They appear and disappear, come and go, small or big, dark or coloured. If I want I can even talk to them, they’ll answer back. Reading and writing are no longer the skills they used to be in those days. When I switch on my iPad and go to my ebooks library I can hear and listen to my books, they are alive, they live with me another life. When I look at the silent bookshelves of my printed books I hear nothing. Only when and if I pick them up they come to life. Can you hear, you over there, my words? I’m sure in a moment, you’ll see them on your screen, they are alive for ever …