If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent
If the unheard, unspoken
Word is unspoken, unheard;
Still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard,
The Word without a word, the Word within
The world and for the world;
And the light shone in darkness and
Against the Word the unstilled world still whirled
About the centre of the silent Word. 


That is what I had read in an article in The Guardian (UK).
It resonated well with what I had felt all along. 
It raises certain questions, though, of how and why.
We need to raise them and answer them as best we can.
I'd love to share my feelings on the subject.
The list is welcome.