I have attempted, over the course of the past two years or so, to identity and eliminate any opinions I might have permitted to take hold within my brain.
Preferences? That’s different. Some people like peach cobbler and some don’t. If I don’t, that’s not an opinion, that’s a preference. An opinion says “Peach cobbler sucks,” which is not fact. A preference says “I personally dislike peach cobbler, but that doesn’t mean someone else who might love it is wrong or crazy.” My personal preferences don’t dictate whether or not something is good or bad. Nothing does.
I do like peach cobbler, though. That is a fact. If I said “Peach cobbler is delicious,” that would be an opinion. I don’t like opinions. That is a preference. Are opinions entirely useless? Ah, see, that’s the tricky part. That’s an opinion, and I reject it as such.