Sometimes, one’s internal reality doesn’t have the words. But there are words for it.
I went along with my internal reality on some topic but without the words to describe it. It was this and that, but none of it seemed to fit. Until I cottoned onto it. By describing it with the right word, I understood what was happening inside myself. I defined it.
The word I used was powerful because it was the right word to use to describe the reality going on inside me. It all clicked. It was all right.
So, words aren’t empty, carry-less vehicles of expression. The correct words described reality perfectly.