When I was 12 my favorite book was the dictionary. My ambition was one day to have spoken all the words in it. Naturally I would not have the occasion to do so. I also lack the inclination to do so for many of the words (particularly those which are sl. derog. taboo)
Knowledge of synonyms taught me that no word is indispensible. And that the fancy of a new word would never draw to me enough to change my vocabulary (if at all it were to come to that).
Meaning was washed off expressions. What remained was 'going through the motions' of saying them.
Reader: I surmise sir, that you are now devoted to pursuing the reclamation of meaning.
Poet: Nah...I am only pursuing a humourous nugget so I can frivolize this post
Reader: Frivolize ?
Poet: I just wanted to use that word