In the omission one recognizes the master.
I take issue with the notion that there is anything in all the worlds that cannot be communicated. If no words are good enough, the language will evolve. If the language itself is broken, notation will be invented. Poetry, mathematics, silence, the very nature of the universe, we put everything down into meaning, and pull meaning out of everything. To those who do not understand it looks like magic, but to those who do, it is simply what it is, right there, laid out plainly against the page.