@igm,
I said nothing remotely resembling stop being the only word in the language. You're drifting now. Do you seriously assert that if someone said "stop" to you, you would first canvass all the referential words one might assign to that word? That's feeble even by your already low standards. You're just babbling now.
It might seem childish to you to be told you lose, but it's an accurate description of just how consistently your word games fail. What you said was that no word has meaning in isolation. I provided you an example which refutes that, so you dance and dodge, but the one thing you don't do is come up with a reasonable, plausible objection.
The burden you assumed is the one Frank has been belaboring you with, to demonstrate that there is there is no conceptual absolute truth. Frank, who is not all that good with logic, has in this case pointed out the glaringly obvious contradiction in that. You then assumed the burden of proving that no word has meaning in isolation, but i provided you an example which contradicts you. So you have come up with this absurdity about a dictionary. Do you assert that, before books and dictionaries existed, words had no meaning? Do you assert that for people who lived in illiterate cultures words had no meaning? Do you assert that for people in our cultures who are illiterate, words have no meaning? That's got to be among the top ten silliest attempts at rebuttal i've ever seen.
You simply can't handle contradiction, and especially anything which suggests that Buddhism is not the be-all and end-all of understanding (and, i suppose the path to "oneness" with the cosmos). So you just cobble together more and more silly arguments, and sneer about rebuttals.
You also made some snide remark about a vacuous philosophical diatribe. I pointed out to you that it was no philosophical anything, that it was a reference to the logical fallacy you were attempting to peddle. Down through the ages, it has been painfully obvious that philosophy does quite well without logic--it's a talking shop, a concert for undifferentiated chin music. As Frank has pointed out, you thesis about no absolute conceptual truth logically contradicts itself. You're besotted with the excellence of your philosophy, so much so, that you can't see it's contradictions.
One expects that kind of thing, though, from superstitious people.
