wayfriend wrote:A "fact" is not reality, but it is a statement about reality.
Reality is.
A fact may or may not accurately recapitulate it.
This is a confusion between symbol and referent.
Facts are symbols of reality.
Not reality.
We know this is true because reality doesn't care about facts.
It goes about it's merry way,
and doesn't care a wit if it corroborates or refutes anyone's' statements.
We are responsible for facts, not reality.
I don't know of a single philosopher who speaks this way or makes this distinction. Facts aren't statements. You can have a
statement of a fact, which can be either true or false (depending on the facts), but facts in themselves are objective and separate from statements of facts. You are the one confusing the symbol and referent, here. Facts are most certainly
not symbols. They are states of affairs.
If facts weren't real and objective, then there would never be any way to check our
statements of facts to see if they're true or false. If the fact is itself a statement/symbol, then our language has no referent!
And yes, facts are objective, even when they are context dependent or dependent upon terms we've defined. Water boils at 100 degrees C at sea level. That's a fact, even though it's relative and dependent upon our definition of "degrees Centigrade." It's not a statement, it's a reality. It's not a symbol, it's the actual state of affairs. The statement which expresses it is also true.
"I live at [assume I've given my address here] Street" would be a statement of fact, but the state of affair of me actually living at that address would be a fact, even though we've made up the names of the streets ourselves. This is not subjective, nor merely a symbol. It's an actual state of affairs. It's
reality, just as much as saying, "I live on earth, not mars."
Of course truth is objective. If it weren't, what would be the point? It might as well be false!
And yes, our intellect does reach reality. The fact that it does so through fallible perceptions and interpretations is part of the miracle/mystery of human experience. All we directly experience perceptually is subjective, but through reason we can transcend this subjectivity to reach the "pattern of the Real," the unity of Being, the transcendental world itself. How we do it, exactly, is a wickedly difficult to explain or describe (though I think Husserl did a fine job), but
that we do it cannot be seriously doubted (Descartes notwithstanding). None of us are solipsists in practice. We all know the world is real, despite philosophical games we can play within it.