Your Opinions I'm Wrong That's Life

Previously we found ourselves stuck in production, substitution, and proximal situations presenting dangers reflected in philosophies and arts such as fatalism, acquiescence, and guilt. At history's end no language exists other than the sheer animality of command. Opinions are now held under the guise of command and ordering the will. Productive logic results in negation—hence refresh, negation, refresh, negation, rinse, wash, repeat. 

Opinions become heightened by antagonisms of gaming and competition. They are something we are at "home" with; therefore, they may not be easily dislodged. Opinions are something heavily guarded and defended. Is there a way through this? Perhaps thinking about the language of life? The primordial rise of opinions happened this way: We are mortal beings fated to err. It seems that if there is a purpose, it must be our purposive engagement with reality and with one another.