With the increasing power of the fact, and the reality of an objectivity which the existence of the fact so forcefully demands, there emerged the concept of the objective, which produces some very strange effects indeed.
There is nothing wrong whatsoever with the notion of the objective: yes there is an objective reality that exists and which carries on with or without us. But the idea of the objective itself, as a provincial instantiation that minds with limited boundaries generate, necessarily freezes that objective reality into an image in stasis.
Human truth, as communicated, necessarily requires a living human being to perceive it, a living being that is whole and complete, which not only takes in facts and reasons with them, but which feels those facts and assents or dissents to them, as a precondition for having the privilege to continue intact, freely able to perceive and digest facts. So one generates values. And those values generate frameworks with which to situate facts, in order to act upon them.
So! The truth itself, however eternal and immutable it may be theoretically, is constantly in flux. When one is happy or content, one sees a truth that situates itself in accordance with that happiness or contentment. When one is sad, angry, anxious, afraid, or even bored, one sees a cascade of truth in relation to those things. One can even watch the truth itself undergo a process of alchemy, as all that exists becomes filtered through perpetual processes of grief, hope, stagnation, and etc. That is, if one cares to wait and watch - which sometimes comes as a luxury.
And what's more, these processes produce sympathetic effects as they act in the world. Realities coded in hope or sadness beget each other, as long as they have the energy to do so. What one is becomes the stable aggregate of all these processes, continuously acted on by the outside world. And so that elusive truth becomes a product of one's own continuous existence in that objective reality.
