But... Words dont have intrinsic meaning in the first place. The only meaning words have is exactly the meaning we give to them. In the end it may be gibberish and nothing more than a string of rhyming syllables, but the words we commonly use are scarcely more than that. If, as I propose and as common sense would suggest, words are merely constructs with which to easily and (hopefully) accurately convey the thoughts and images in one's mind, it can scarcely be said that the word "tasket" has no geuine content to it unless it is in fact merely letters and syllables strung together in a way that will form a rhyme with "tisket"; yet another utterance which (at least on a preliminary inspection) is seemingly devoid of content.
Perhaps it may even be said that the mere act of stringing together these syllables brings with it a certain characteristic.. A certain propositional nature through which it is possible to examine and dissect the word.
Created just as any other word, I claim that even a fanciful string of charcters and syllables must bring with it some distinct notion; some semblance of meaning that goes beyond just the order of letters or the sounds made. It represents something. The real question is at what point is this something open to examination? When does an utterence gain its meaning? Who determines this meaning? Can it change over time, or can the "true" meaning be different for different people at the dame or differing points in time?