On Silence and the Upanishads

Yeah you're right - it's an oxymoron. Why speak at all about silence, since it can be best enjoyed, well, by being silent! So let me come to the point and say that ok, the title is somewhat misleading, it's not all about silence, but about the thoughts that crop up in Silence...

Sitting in the terrace on a cool, breezy night, with the old friends - darkness and solitude, staring at the stars - turning into constellations - into old stories about Vashistha and Arundhati - into Arundhati-darshana-nyaya (the principle of explaining a minute point - in any field of knowledge - by first taking up a simple point which is closely related to it) - this Upanishadic gem creeps up into the mind:

"Na tatra sooryo bhaati, na chandrataarakau, nemaa vidyuto bhaanti,
kutoyamagnih? Tameva bhaantamanubhaati sarvam, tasya bhaasa
sarvamidam vibhaati"

"There the Sun does not shine, nor do the Moon or the stars, nor does lightning, what to speak of this (mortal) fire? He shining, everything else shines,
every thing shines with His light."

And then, another -

"Tad aejati tannaijati, tad doore, tadvantike,
Tad antarasya sarvasya, tadu sarvasyaasya baahyatah"

"It moves, It does not move, It is near, It is verily far,
It is the innermost (heart) of everything, It is verily beyond everything"

Why, after all these years, are these lines still romantic, why has the loss of innocence and the all-conquering cynicism failed to touch the feelings that arise on thinking of them? Could it be that, there is still something pristine and pure, something untouched, a still-shy, still-sweet virgin inside? Somewhere?

Please say yes.
Please.