I think I rambled last night. I rambled about Scrabble. Just what kind of drunken librarian am I?
I think somewhere in there, though, I did manage to make a fine philosophical point about the subjectivity of value. What's important to you may not be important to anyone else, and what's important to me may make you think I'm a loon.
But are there some things that are universally valuable? What about life, love and freedom? If only.