There is objective truth.
There is objective good.
There is objective beauty.
There can be quibbling on the margins and failure to see, but we are not in a sea of relativism, with what prevails depending on noise, bullying, grievance, ideology, history, fashion, or assertion.
The true, the good, and the beautiful stand independent of my consent and agreement.
These latter two are required only to produce harmony.
Disharmony inevitably stems from holding to the untrue, the bad, and the ugly in the belief that these are their opposites.
When I am in disarray, the cause lies in my failure to recognise and adhere to one of these three transcendentals.
Investigation of this failure is the proper overarching method of inventory.