To sum up the language, mind and ontology ruminations I've inflicted on this forum for the last year or three:
If there are no meanings except me-meanings -- your own personal notions -- and if, as my mantra says, all notions are indeterminate, indefinite, multiplex and transitory, morphing like a writhing cloud, then communication that's perfect mutual understanding is forever beyond our reach. Like so much, it's improvable, but it will always be incomplete. (They might seem to come close, but if, against trillions-to-one odds, two people ever did entertain totally identical notions, they could never know it.) Devious little suckers our notions. Making fun of us constantly.
