I've read 2 books on philosophy these past few weeks, different authors, both entirely different. One I loved, it sang with word pictures and clarity. The second I plowed painfully through, trying to decipher what in the world concept the writer was aiming to relate. The ideas were tangled in pretentious words that reminded me of a spool of thread I once saw wound chaotically through a pile of dirty laundry.

So now being an expert, have formed my forever and always opinion based on almost nothing...

I despise bullshit 'academia' language.