To some extent, ours lives are defined by the Other. 

Because of the ones who are there to appreciate us, to respond to us and to allow us to respond to - we can react, and thus we are defined. It is from the Other that we will draw our opinions. From the other that we can discover preferences and find reasons for such opinions. The other gives us the scope to love and to hate. It gives us value enough to assess dignity. The power of the other is even enough to persuade one's religious orientation away from God, towards the humanist agenda. I respect and appreciate such human nobility of course, it is definitely not something to be just undermined because of my faith. They can decide that, when it concerns the Other that when things start to become important, and value, becomes worthy of some meaning. 

What allows all this translations towards the reality of true value is in the lowest and highest sense, language. And in this area- the musicians, the poets, the social workers, the psychologists, the economists, the teachers, the scientists, the doctors, the pastors, the art curators, the writers, the builders, the architects, the lawyers, the singers, the historians, the artists, the RPG designers, the soliders- 

They can express, fight for the value they think is of worth, and speak in their language that will mean something to the Other. 

And philosophers- They waste paper.