Thanks for sharing. Does resonate.My neighbour is a retired Professor of Philosophy who five years after retirement still has kept his office in the university for research and his writing a couple of days a week.
He is a lovely bloke, a Quaker, but every time I talk to him I feel as if I have been spouting inanities (don't say it!). He has a habit of not actually responding for a couple of seconds as if he is pondering what I have said before answering.
As I said, a lovely bloke with never a bad word about anybody, who always gives the impression he is interested in what I am saying but tbh, intellectually he is on a different level to me (again, don't say it).
In my first year, I sat in on Philosophy lectures that some friends of mine were taking. I was on different course but was curious. It was amazing and enriching but at a level that required a lot of smarts. Interestingly the part that intrigued me were the lecturers. They were calm and clearly intellectual. Very different from lecturers from other disciplines. They seemed to be motivated by something else.
Never spoke to one and I am sure I would have no idea where to start.