Not everything can be said or written out. Some things need to be shouted, but the things that cannot be shouted, must be whispered. Between the lines of a smallest poem there is room for entire universes. Only the fact that the space between the lines is so full of life makes translation possible.
As the world grows more and more unpredictable there is still room for alternatives, for otherness and for saplings which only literature can nurture and cultivate.