Yep. Cease to be a human and you've got it made. Even as a tortured TBM, I thought about what I'd be like if I managed to do all the good things the church wanted me to do and none of the bad things it didn't--that future looked bleak and joyless.
The best Mormons I've known, including me when I was there, are a dour lot.
That natural man, you know, the one who is an enemy to God--that's where the energy for life comes from.
Appetites.
Passions.
Exuberance.
Joy.
Those things aren't nurtured by sitting in a three hour meeting block being told you are scum.