Mr. Y

The name of God
It's only right not to utter the name of GOD.
Once we, in our language, conceived of the Ineffable as God then we could no longer prevent anyone from turning the word into whatever seemed desirable and instead of acceding to omnipotence we render the word impotent.
We freeze the possibility of infinitude into petty wish fulfillment.
We created GOD by naming it.
By refusing to name the Ineffable, we keep Wonder alive.
To name something is to control it.
To refuse to name something is an act of honor.
Maybe every word is like that. In that it takes on an existence of it's own above and beyond it's referent.
A hamburger is first the thing itself and only later the word "hamburger" but once it is no longer the original thing, then it becomes your hamburger instead of my hamburger then it acquires your meaning and not all the nuances that the thing means to me. In fact, it achieves lowest common denominator status, a crude map with many blank areas with the empty spaces to be filled in by the user, to be filled maybe wildly.
But it does attain a life of it's own.
Poetry tries to keep language honest and humble.
A musical note is here and gone.
An act is here and gone.
A word is nearly immortal.