Consider the Simple Man: he is honest and he is true. In every aspect of his life, his honesty and truth, his simplicity, is reflected. Indeed, the very soil in which he plants his seed (be it of botanikal or sexual nature) will in time reflect his simple nature. Flowers will spring forth along with his harvest, bird-song will follow the laughter of children and childish adults, and in all his Days he will be at peace, and all his Days peaceful. He is honest, he is true: He is a Simple Man.
Have you ever met a Simple Man?
Does the earth you dig surprise you with treasures plentiful and rich? Are the maidens you meet inviting and open? Or, on the contrary: Is the ground rock-like and cruel, devoid of fertility, host to hollow carrots & rotten roots? Is every girl who smiles at you soon revealed to be a wench of false modesty, an ungrateful and undeserving witch-woman? Does she grow pale, shuddering at your touch, at the mentioning of your name?
The Simple Men left these lands long ago. Complexity reigns.