I get that nothing I say here will be agreed with ever but I'll attempt to explain. My phrasing might have been off, because I was trying not to say too much.

There are some authors who write books, and it's very clear what's happening: "The girl decided on a sensible pair of brown boots to go with her outfit."

Then there are some authors who spend six pages telling us why the girl decided to wear brown boots that day, which may include foreshadowing and details that we might not necessarily think are important immediately, but then we find out later on why that six page description was necessary to understand the bigger picture.

And then, sometimes, description is just description.

Loving language is, imo, less about communication in a conceise way and more about us just being able to communicate. I mean we have this complex language and communicate with letters and sounds and it all has little variables in it depending on if the person is fully actually present and can pick up visual clues, or if they just spoke and heard the story audibly and used tone / inflection to make assumptions, or if it was simply read across a computer screen which gives neither inflection or any visual clues or body language.

Just sharing all kinds of ideas and opinions can be full of people thatove language, maybe some prefer it to be to the point and others enjoy basking in imagery. Both can still love language equally, they just prefer to experience it in different ways.

Take writing books - some authors write books that are short and dull and some that are long and detailed. And then the analytical conversations that can be had reflecting on language itself...you can see how that would spider web out into a bunch of new ideas and expand even further. It's up for interpretation.

That's what's beautiful about language. You can use it to make it feel like you're sitting with an old man at sea,

In the dark the old man could feel the morning coming and as he rowed he heard the trembling sound as flying fish left the water and the hissing that their stiff set wings made as they soared away in the darkness. He was very fond of flying fish as they were his principal friends in the ocean. He was sorry for the birds, especially the small delicate dark terns that were always flying and looking and almost never finding, and he thought, "The birds have a harder life than we do except for the robber birds and the heavy strong ones. Why did they make birds so delicate and fine as those sea swallows when the ocean can be so cruel? She is kind and very beautiful. But she can be so cruel and it comes so suddenly and such birds that fly, dipping and hunting, with their small sad voices are made to delicately for the sea."

OR, we could conceisely say " 'It was dark and he was trying to fish.' "

Then someone could go on and say "Why do we need the details about flying fish being his principal friends in the ocean? What a loser, we don't care which birds have harder lives than others. The robber birds deserved it anyway, if they 'claim' to have easier lives that way...."

See where I'm going? We're all allowed to love language and we all have a right to whichever bizzare opinions we have using this language we have the luxury of knowing and using.