"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." This stanza from T. S. Eliot's "Ash Wednesday," along with help from Juliet, Austin, and Elizabeth, helped me begin to appreciate T. S. Eliot's high modernist poetry. On a half-way related note, it is weird to think that ten years ago, my family did not have Internet, cell phones, ipods, or laptops... Oh, the nineties...