Because they come from our heads (intellect) rather than our hearts, perhaps all words referring to God do nothing but get in the way, building a sense of separation from It. Perhaps Divinity lives so fully in our hearts as a feeling that the minute we name or label It something we automatically limit our experience of It by drawing boundaries around It.
I escaped the cage and found freedom from the wood pellets and stale feeder food. Maybe certain people tried to look for me; maybe they didn't. I didn't care. I was a hamster with a plan. I came to a fork, took the road less traveled and began running like my life depended on it (and hey, maybe it did).