"Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod,
Or Love in a golden bowl?" (Blake)
Majoring in chemistry and biology, then working as a research chemist I experienced a rude awakening when I transferred to a seminary. I soon realized that an entirely different kind of language was in use than the kind of language a scientist uses. In science each word has one and only one precise, definite, distinctive meaning; call it 'proper language'. Seminary language I called "poetic language": fluid, indefinite or multiple in meaning (what is the meaning of love?).
Since that event 50 years ago it has been continuously amazing, no, dumbfounding to witness the common inability to notice this difference. Regardless of what they may be talking about people almost always assume that everyone understands the word they use-- exactly as they understand it themselves. Science yes; religion no, no, no. So they fight, and kill.
We might talk about 'proper' (scientific) and 'poetic' (metaphoric, spiritual) language or, shall we say, logos and mythos.
Read Plato's Republic! Pretty hard going for most of us; that's logos. Now turn to the end to the tale of ER; that's mythos. For me at least it has an impact.
Or read Mere Christianity by C.S.Lewis. Slow going, eh? Now read The Great Divorce; that you may do in one sitting, and it will make you think a bit. Logos and mythos.
The Bible is mythos, but most 'believers' seem to take it as logos; and thereby lose the richness of meaning, the depth, the springboard to eternity.