You find noble, humble and virtuous souls depressing to be around?
Look at this austere man, so capable. Entirely singular. Wholly content. How can you come to find even a hint of the vaguest ennui. Truly I envy the man, I aspire to be so contented, unfortunately I've decades of conditioning to unravel to attain such a saintly outlook. Imagine how simple and humane the world would be if it was populated with people like this. The man is wise.
Would it be fair to assume you find such people "depressing" because they're resistant to your superficial intellectual rotundity? Because they don't play your games?
I find people who close themselves off to new experiences depressing to be around. Often it comes with age. I'm 57, but have a 7 year old daughter. I love how excited she gets to see new things and I enjoy them with her. My parents, meanwhile, are what you might call "world weary." Depressing, and boring.
Being "noble, humble, and virtuous", if that is what you call the author of the article, is an orthogonal property. I'm not really sure he is particularly notable in those respects though. He's not harming anyone, but he's not out there making the world better for others to any great degree either. He's just living his life.
On the contrary, I'm deadly sincere. You'd do well to read up on the Roman views on agriculture. It was, perhaps, the most respected occupation. In any case, this constant goading of science, the excision of religion, the exorcising of divinity of the soul and the blatant machinations which analytical minds use to crush the working class into their finely cut time pieces are abominable. All for the sake of... What? There's nobody in this world that could convince me there is a meaningful direction which all of this unremittant locomotion trends; other than ruin that is. And that's despite a deep desire to find precisely that.
We're sacrificing humanity for the vain and meagre rewards of the flesh and conditioned from birth to tow the line. This man seems to have entirely insulated himself from that, he renders his services seemingly for the sake of it. Lives, very apparently, with great modesty. He does this despite the social pressures to do otherwise, it is quite probable that he sacrificed romance to avoid the capricious intermingling of someone else, since few are contented without effecting their next step on the hedonic treadmill, their sisyphian burden.
Look at this austere man, so capable. Entirely singular. Wholly content. How can you come to find even a hint of the vaguest ennui. Truly I envy the man, I aspire to be so contented, unfortunately I've decades of conditioning to unravel to attain such a saintly outlook. Imagine how simple and humane the world would be if it was populated with people like this. The man is wise.
Would it be fair to assume you find such people "depressing" because they're resistant to your superficial intellectual rotundity? Because they don't play your games?