Sonnet On the Philosophy Of Language

 Language Games (Philosophy of Language / Wittgenstein)Do not look for the meaning in a word,As if it were a solid, hidden thing,A phantom concept that is quite absurd,A secret bell that only minds can ring.The meaning is the use within the town,The way we play the game upon the street,We lay the old, pedantic rules right down,And speak to make our daily lives complete.The tools are varied in the wooden chest,A hammer, drill, a chisel, and a saw,We use the words that serve our purposes best,Instead of searching for a cosmic law.The boundaries of my language are the bounds,Of all the worlds my heavy spirit found.