There are times when I read books or posts and feel completely at a loss as to what is being said, even though it sounds beautiful or worthy or important. And I consider myself a fairly intelligent person whose first language (in terms of mastery, not chronology) is English. This happened to me twice in the last couple of days. The first instance was a review of a book (about global economics) and the second was a book recommended to me by a friend. Strangely I enjoyed reading these words in both cases; even though I didn't feel I understood what they were saying I gained pleasure and felt better for having experienced those words. I wonder if that's silly and pointless.
I am embarking on a second stint at university starting this coming autumn, so I will more than likely feel overwhelmed on a regular basis, at least to begin with. I hope that I can advance from wonder and awe to something approaching a grasp of the concepts I will have to grapple with.
I am very supportive of initiatives to use plain English in contexts where fancy language clouds the issue (such as the legal profession or religion). I also hate meaningless faddish jargon, as exemplified in The Thick of It or W1A, or probably every profession out there. However, I am grateful for those writings which are sheer beauty, something to be appreciated, grappled with, re-engaged with in the hope of gaining new insight.