I am writing this post because I need, or my head needs, a break. Also, I am writing it out of precaution. I am deep in the forest of Metaethical Semantic Naturalism. The trees are getting taller and taller, growing ever denser and I can’t see the sky all though I’m pretty sure that the sun has set. I have left a trail of bread crumbs after me so that I will have a chance to find my way out but I have no idea if they will help or indeed if they’ll still be there. Who knows what kind of naturally defined moral beings that are out there… and hungry for stale bread. There are wild eyes upon my head but I must keep focus. Only one home exam question to go before I call it quits for today. I sure hope I’ll find that ginger bread house, supposedly there’s a nice old lady there who is kick ass at explaining metaethical issues!