Truth Essay, Research Paper

Is there any objective truth? Or must we finally accept that at bottom, in the end, philosophically speaking, there is no “real” or “objective” or “absolute” or “foundational” or “fact of the matter” or “right answer” truth about anything, that even our most confident convictions about what happened in the past or what the universe is made of or who we are or what is beautiful or who is wicked are just our convictions, just conventions, just ideology, just badges of power, just the rules of the language games we choose to play, just the product of our irrepressible disposition to deceive ourselves that we have discovered out there in some external, objective, timeless, mind-independent, world what we have actually invented ourselves, out of instinct, imagination and culture?