Recognising words when you know about one hundred is a pleasure indescribable when you are a child. Recognising such words when you are grown-up, being less sure than ever about what words mean, is positively anxiety-inducing. Some of us i'm sure free ourselves from such an underdeveloped issue by reforming our entire verbal communicative system around six or seven solid newly created words and their myriad configurations, which we were unaware of in our youth. Now the only time we feel embarrassed is when other, current, youth find our own new vocabulary as fun as a cat's tongue. Bahahhahaaa.
In any case, passons le passe poile a beau grand papa sur nanamouskourire.
As for the rest of us, i'm not sure. But it seems to me that we do things, by holding on some way or other to our original vocabulary, that move people by way of little communities of microbes holding hands across the body somewhere at the core of their bone marrow not quite as visible as before (proportionally, owing to our being bier in size).