I can not understand the guy

Yes, pretty much my sentiments. From Reading Ralph Waldo Emerson by Bird Dog.

As I toil towards my goal of unloading 2000 books from the Maggie's HQ, it's tough not to flip through each one in case you might change your mind. My books are part of me, it seems. That is stupid.

Take Emerson. I open a random page. No, dammit. I can not understand the guy and I never could figger out what he was getting at. Not blaming him because as far as I can tell he is a deep thinker and his essays remain widely appreciated. "It's me, not you."

Some writers/thinkers build furnaces of thought. Some start small useful fires. Emerson is more about sparks. Nothing substantial enough to warm yourself but small expressions which catch your attention. At least in my experience.