I am a thinker. I read constantly as a boy, and I joined several high-IQ societies in adulthood when I got tired of normals telling me I was stupid. When I was in ministry, I was often accused of thinking too much (by existential types).
I thought, as a naive young man, that I would relish philosophers. I did not and do not.
I find them tedious, pompous, simplistic, and errant. Academics - be they philosophers or musicologists, and yes, there is a connection - are always on the prowl for the latest intellectual perversion. The old just will not do.
What I eventually realized is that I found the imaginative writings of a Lewis or a Tolkien far more valuable than any of these touted sophists.
And then, of course, there is someone named Jesus, who spoke as no one before or since. His words - his Word - remain the only reason I persist in the faith after what I witnessed in churchianity.
I do not begrudge any of you your enjoyment of them; I simply refuse to hold any of them in particular awe. (Well, maybe the Greeks, to some extent.)
The problem with a disdain for philosophy is that it robs you of an epistemological framework for proving the other guy is full of crap.
Some of us are just not satisfied with leaving things as “he said, she said.”
Sauron is based on Søren.