I came to bury amateurism not to praise it. Our world is nowadays the domain of the professional armed with his most powerful weapon: jargon. The reason for this could be the great number of us (intra human competition) or the fact that we have progressed so much that the depth one can reach in any one topic is such as to prevent us from going over to another depth. Whatever the reason, amateurs are a dying breed and English the only language in which the term itself has a little positive connotation left. As I said jargon is the weapon of the professional: weary of the competition the amateur might represent, particularly in such fields as humanities where it is only intelligence that separates the worthy from the quack, the professional shields his work with all sort of theories, isms beginning with the pre and more than often with post. You might have a great comment on Mansfield Park, but if you don't present it through the prisms of gender studies it will only be sneered at. To prove my point there is a great number of true masterpieces ranging from The civilization of the renaissance in Italy to Gombrich's Story of Art that are completely jargon free.
These little writings of mine are a cry of resistance, the wish of an intelligent person to be able to think (that is the key, a great number of people just talk) and after careful consideration express his views. By education I am a scientist, a theoretical physicist, the only field where one has to be a professional; I wish we would go back to the days of the renaissance where scientist were the real artists and thinkers. That is of course impossible and I would be the first to criticize so much that was wrong with the scientific thought of those days, but it is only a wish.
Let the symposium begin.