Super interesting stuff, although also super foreign to me. How can you not assign value to things and how can you not feel a giant, sharp throb of pain at the death of dearly beloved ones? Those are just rhetorical questions, no judgment or anything like that intended. Just so different from me. Actually, I think my husband is very similar. Every time we watch something extremely sad on TV like that movie In This Corner of the World and I'm bawling my eyes out, I look at him and he just blankly staring and I ask him if he feels sad, and he's like not really. He's by no means a psychopath or evil or anything like that, he's actually very caring and loving, but it's like you mentioned, his default mode is like 90% contentment. 10% would be those rare moments of other, and it really takes somebody extremely close to him to trigger it. Strangers could never. How fascinating, seriously.