They didn't live in

high drama.
They lived in the world of
the eternal commonplace,
the quintessential ordinary,
and the unchanging routine.
The people above them,
to whom they were invisible,
were the ones who had the eloquent,
impassioned arguments about
the true essence of the world or
the efficacy of syllogisms, or
the Mandates of Heaven, or
the nature of reality.
The ones covered in dirt and mud,
the ones who shivered in the winter
and sweated from planting to harvest
didn't read about Augustine's
heavenly city.
They
didn't discuss Occam's Razor,
had no idea who the Emperor was,
didn't know that the sun only looked
like it was going around us,
weren't there when David
was unveiled,
and had never heard The Messiah.
In fact, they basically missed out
on all of the Really Interesting Stuff.
They were too busy getting practical
experience
on why you never wanted to become
too emotionally attached
to a newborn.