i am a slave and if i choose to be - i may be my own master

'When I use a word,' Humpty Dumpty said, in rather a scornful tone, 'it means just what i choose it to mean. Neither more or less.'

'The question is,' said Alice, 'whether you can make words mean so many different things.'

'The question is,' said Humpty Dumpty, 'who is the master. That is all.'

whatever else language may serve a purpose, it stays a social activity or a medium for all social activities. language in itself is a system of expressions which employs symbols or lets call them words to represent things. "words do not merely reflect the realities around us, they also help to shape what we see and structure attitudes towards it. in effect language helps to create the world itself..."
the problem of interpretation and semantics is therefore acute and i feel it more keenly in the virtual world. all expressions and words can actually mean as many different things as the number of brains acting upon to decipher its meanings.
so one is led to the constant vicious dilemma of discretion. however discretion - its flow and direction is also manipulated by the particular context, en-culturation, background, experience and the total environment within which the reader finds him/herself.
so how does one ever cut through the haze and froth of what ones mind shows us as the truth? one of the ways is to undergo the painfully long and almost Utopian process/ideal of dialectical movement towards the truth - the ultimate knowledge. one goes on negating all that in life that reveals itself as something else but the truth.
that is surely a long drawn and cumbersome process and is still not fool proof. at such a state one is reminded of what one of the Prophets of the world - Mohammad Sahab said: "Quiama ke samye, khuda aapke ke honth sill denge aur apke haath apke khilaaf shahaadat denge."