Wittgenstein said that Reality and Language shared a logical form so that nonsense was impossible, just as it was impossible to draw a square circle. If we master words, extending and refining their use, then we master thought. Language can only imitate thought just as a computer can only simulate weather or intelligence. Its conclusions and forecasts may be erroneous. There's nothing special about it, but in the hands of a master there are wonders to behold.
Words are incantations, summoning up spirits.
Words cannot hurt anyone. They have their own momentum, depending more on their mass that their design. Something else, more elemental, drives them. The resulting prose is polished, lacking in surprize. From time to time a broken shell or piece of driftwood will break the monotony.