For many years, I walked the halls of distinguished academia, formally trained in the rigorous logic of analytic philosophy. The key to writing philosophy, according to some, can be found in Ernest Hemingway’s quote: “Know how complicated it is, then state it simply.“ But in my experience a lot of philosophers have a really hard time doing precisely that. Most philosophical texts I read were riddled with jargon. That is, obscure and often pretentious language marked by circumlocutions and long words. I found most of it unintelligible. Like Philippa Foot said: “Ask a philosopher a question and after he or she has talked for a bit, you don’t understand your question anymore.” One day I decided I didn’t want to be a scholar anymore. As Walt Whitman captured so beautifully in his poem When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer… I no longer wanted to sit in a lecture-room, so I wander’d off by myself in the mystical moist night-air. These days I sit quietly in my hut and listen to nature.