For what Chekhov understood is that language, like any medium that an artist might make use of, is indifferent to what we, as humans, might refer to as our plight, or our fate, but that, from the perspective of nature and the cosmos, is merely a sequence of events that occur at the level of biology and physics. So that if we are to harness it artistically, which is to say to move an audience by way of manipulating it according to our imaginative fancy, we must free it from the forms of usage or expression that it has fallen into, as a result of cultural habit, or fashion, and invest it with, not necessarily its original meaning (for I’m not certain there is such a thing), but the meaning that is most suited to it in the fictive context into which we would plunge it.