This time of year, a mind begins to boggle itself by thinking of ways to understand the "Meaning of Being." Quite why, I don't know. But let's call it "Winter Break," so as to avoid confusion with purpose and other such nonsense, and at the same time retain "noun-ness." Then if I think of "Winter Break" in terms of something that exists, an essence, or spirit, or smoke swirling around, I have to think of each word, "Winter" and "Break," as having a realness or an existence beyond the definition of the word "Winter" and in the word "Break." Yet the moment after the words "Winter Break" are uttered, they disappear. And here, after the words "Winter" and "Break" are uttered, they do not have to be repeated on endlessly because most of us still cling to the hope that both the words "Winter" and "Break" maintain existence within some sort of loose leaf folder contained within the mind.
The perfectly sensible materialist argument against the idealists, is essentially that unless the substance of a something can be "held in the hand," theoretically or actually, it's pretty much pointless trying to understand it, because a something that cannot be "held in the hand" is for any useful purpose invisible, or "not here." Which is to say that the most positive a person can be toward something that has no substance is to say that "it may or may not exist." For example, ghosts may or may not exist, and as far as I know, ghosts are not hunted down, popped in a jar and if they have been I'd like to know which museum of natural history they are displayed in. Words, some might be able to say, have been hunted down, and you can find their corpses, some of them beautifully mummified, in any number of places.