Its all nonsense
What to begin with, a word, a letter, the thought of starting, the desire to do something, to change the moment into something pleasant. Who knows, indifference would march in, and not commit to any of this and all of it.
The construction of meaning is as the construction of meaninglessness when caught in the eye of the revulsed. But common sense knows this, p is sometimes P and at other times it's is a wet and warm golden rain, it all depends on what's happening in the context that's giving us the sufficient reason to believe whatever it is that we believe of our senses. Our companion sitting next to us may see or classify things in a different way. Our opinions may be so swayed by them, that now the p has become a mark of degradation or fervent passions, with thier own sparkling banner and theme song. So much for common sense.