I've always liked you. Your honorary post about me is a bit like a hymn or eulogy of someone who is just going to the bathroom, though. Nevertheless, thank you.
Thousands of years ago a great man, like ourselves, asked and set about to answer a basic question which set him apart from the rest of thinkers. What was Socrates' basic question? It was basically, How should I live? Or, What is the good life for man?
This set him apart. And frankly, it's a more direct and important question than the question about what the world is made of, whether air, or fire, or wind, or whatever dumb abstraction involving the 'Will' that people want to make up these days. As I see it, it's from our ideas about ethics that you gather what you think about metaphysics, and not the other way around. And if that's true, then so much for metaphysical perspectivists.
In any case, it's a bit silly to say that I've spent my time arguing for the existence of an external world. Why would I need to, really? It's there, and it will pimp-slap you in the face if you ever think it's not and happen to cross it. You are not the sole author of reality---and that's not something I've ever felt the need to argue for, nor should anyone. Although, when it comes to values and valuing, you're right... most people seem to think that in this arena, all of a sudden, one idea is as accurate as the next. It's as if they think other people weren't also flesh and blood---the same as them---such that for creatures such as us, there's really no bond between what's good for one and what's good for the next.
That's unfortunate. And it'd be easy to overcome if the whole history of our people wasn't so thoroughly entangled in fantasy and illusion. I'm about to talk about your dad, and the dark ages.
It seems like every generation and every individual within it has to grow up and mature for themselves. In real life, this idea is simple and well-understood: You simply can't rely on your father to give you instructions after a certain age. You grow up. This isn't hard. However, often it is the case with subjectivists that they have trouble outgrowing their father's father figure. A God of some kind or another. Why is that?
Anyways. And then they lose it. Gone. Inevitable. And they're all of a sudden without instructions. Laws. Tablets. Whatever. These half-developed people then can't rely on someone else to tell them what they ought to do. And without the daddy figure, I mean, when the daddy-figure is gone, they all of a sudden think that value has gone with it. What a shame.
What a shame because life is pretty amazing, and that's not an opinion, it's a fact that you ought to recognize staring you in the face, whenever you see something such as a sunrise, beautiful lake, big tits, a blowjob, or something such-like.
In any case, I've decided just to wash my hands of my usual interlocutors. Just felt is was a waste of time, that's all....
I am a river.