Joseph Campbell was no worse a poet than Whitman. These 65 words prove that.
The best things cannot be told; the second best are misunderstood. After that comes civilized conversation; after that, mass indoctrination; after that, intercultural exchange. And so, proceeding, we come to the problem of communication: the opening, that is to say, of one’s own truth and depth to the depth and truth of another in such a way as to establish an authentic community of existence.
This is from Chapter 3 of Masks of God, Volume IV: Creative Mythology, and I’ve re-read it so much that I’ve accidentally memorized it. I’m adding minimal commentary here in hope that you’ll read it closely, too.