Salt of the earth
My intent is not to sound negative. It is just to chip away at arrogance and self-conceit. What is left should be more authentic. There was a time I looked for salt of the earth people. Most who I thought were turned out not to be. A few did seem like the real thing. Even so, something was still missing. I recall looking at Dutch paintings of families or farms with cows and chickens, and grandpas and running children. They seemed so wholesome. But even this wholesomeness seemed limited. Previously, I would admire these scenes and envy those portrayed in them. But now, this wholesomeness lacks something. The self-contentment showed limitations. Without a bigger picture, a wider awareness, a need to expand, look up, wonder, this contentment, this salt of the earth character was no more entire and complete than any other character trait of this life that I observed.