on pluralism

“I learned that nothing kills a conversation faster than the attitude ‘everyone is entitled to his own opinion.’ I used to think it was polite, but now I think it’s really rude, because it means we don’t take others seriously enough to think about what they are saying.

High School Student (Read entire article here)

This sentiment of relativism has pervaded our society in the most unproductive ways. It is viewed as a sign of respect that most people assume for their differences in beliefs, but the result is that we no longer have a reason to talk to each other. If everything is based on opinion and perception, there is no basis on which we can agree on anything. So while we are in a sense ‘respecting’ each other, we are also denying each other the opportunity to voice their belief and the respect to be challenged by it. More importantly, we no longer believe in anything enough to fight for it.

G.K Chesterton said, “The modern habit of saying ‘This is my opinion, but I may be wrong’ is entirely irrational. If I say that it may be wrong, I say that is not my opinion. The modern habit of saying ‘Every man has a different philosophy; this is my philosophy and it suits me’ – the habit of saying this is mere weak-mindedness. A cosmic philosophy is not constructed to fit a man; a cosmic philosophy is constructed to fit a cosmos. A man can no more possess a private religion than he can possess a private sun and moon.”

Subjectivity is an intrinsic part of our worldwe all see the world through our experiences and the mental capacity that we were born with. Our experiences are personal, though I believe there can still be an overarching objective truth that governs everything. One objective structure or idea that is intertwined into everything we know, see, feel and think.

With all of that being said, the presence of objectivity does not equal the absence of subjectivity. I’m simply suggesting that objectivity exists, although I can’t prove it.

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hope in truth, the essential dilemma of life

I am going somewhere…

Whereabouts unknown, harmonious melodies through the mode.
Time—an obscure illusion, progression guided by the road.

Conscious of flighty impulsiveness, all comes to a head.
Memories dance around the occasion, skin glistening with dread.

Transience emanates, friction of tires and pavement wears and deteriorates.
Movement maintains, resignation arises when peace finally validates.

Until then, I am going somewhere…

Some people say that hope is better than the alternative, even if means sacrificing truth. They say that it is a way to get us to the end of our journey better than if we got there in pain and distress. If there was nothing in this world to have hope in, than false hope could possibly be a valid answer to solve this problem of living…although I am not willing to accept that. My hope is in something I would be willing to die for and even more, something I am certainly willing to live for. Although I disagree, Friedrich Nietzsche was willing to accept the hard truth over ignorance:

“Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man.”