Dicecaster

But that's part of my point: relativists seem to confuse the term. I think we may be using the word debate in different contexts. Why is it that truth can't be debated (or, more precisely, whether something is truth)? I agree with the points made against relativism (thank you, Nintii); I myself believe that absolute truth is the reality. I am looking to understand how a relativist supports his stance.

Here is my understanding of relative truth: All truth is relative to the individual (i.e. something true for me does not have to be true to others), except for the concept of relative truth itself, which is true for everyone. So, for example, I can believe that owning a weapon is wrong*, and that's true for me. But maybe you believe that there is nothing wrong about owning a weapon, and that's true for you. Belief and truth are the same thing (or are, at least, mutually inclusive). * Which, to be clear, I don't. But debate is centered on getting other people to believe that what you believe is true. "I think guns are wrong, and here's why you should also believe guns are wrong." And, by trying to change their belief, you are trying to change their truth. But why would you try to make them believe that what you believe is right, if what they believe is also right? What's the point? This is my understanding. All advocates of relative truth, please explain your understanding to me.

Granted. An angel is chained to your living room floor for your amusement. Unfortunately for you, he only sits there quietly. But you know he's judging you. Nothing you do is good enough for the angel. At first you try to simply ignore him. Then you try to get him to say something, anything. But no. Just the constant fierce stares. It drives you mad. You can't live like this. How can anyone live with someone who is impossible to please? You have to get out. You would do anything to get out. So you abandon your house and take to the streets. But then you discover that the angel wasn't really chained to the house, he was chained to YOU. You drive yourself mad trying to escape him, but the farther you run the faster he chases. You find yourself on top of a tall building, overlooking the crowded streets below. Now is your only true chance for escape. *SPLAT* I wish for spring rainbows.