If there is a copy of The Wizard of Oz that my father read to me when I was a small boy and I give it to you it is a meaningful gift.
However an ebook of “The Wizard of Oz”, considering that the book is now in the public domain and anybody can download it, is not a meaningful gift. Maybe my attention to you is the gift — my concern that you read something that you like.
The omnipresence of the book means the book itself can no longer be a gift. This is a paradox because our richness impoverishes us of a possibility. Once all books ever written are universally available through the cloud, it is no longer possible to give a book as a gift.
If you and I are standing in a lake of water can I reach down and make you a cup of water? Maybe, but then the gift is my time and my attention — not the water.
This seems like a structural feature of gifts. In a world of no limitation, a world of gods who can create anything and who live forever, it seems there could be no gifts.
Is it a structural feature of love as well?