Ordinary language is all right.
One could divide humanity into two classes:
those who master a metaphor, and those who hold by a formula.
Those with a bent for both are too few, they do not comprise a class.
Steam from a mug.
Steak and eggs, Brussels sprouts.
Whitman's 'lump character'.
What's the risk in making a philosophical argument? In believing in one?
'vigorous, yet unsuspected Literatures'
A there that's here. A there that can be everywhere.
Dylan's 'House Carpenter'.