Language is dual by nature; it is mind stuff, which has a talent for dividing, separating, analysing, but is also creative, imaginative, as mind itself is – consider the poets, the writers of fiction, etc. (the politicians!). Words and concepts point beyond themselves, this is their power. Old books, just as much as modern ones – be they philosophical, mythological, fictional – can point to the truth, to beauty, to wondrous works of the imgination.
There is an ancient saying: “Reality (Truth) is one – the sages call it by many names”. One has to go beyond the words, the concepts, which at best are pointers or signs of that reality, or that, alternately, are mere labels (screens) that conceal it. Can it not be said that it all depends on the eye of the beholder? Poets and sages have the final word (as well as “mad men”, following Shakespeare: “The lunatic, the lover and the poet are of imagination all compact”). Words, concepts depend on the mind, not the mind on words and concepts; and mind depends on, is subservient to, the spirit, its fountainhead (“In the beginning was the Word… “).