JW's are lost in the meaningless ritual of meeting formats (varied occasionally when even the F&DS finally recognises that it has become meaningless) and field service. The ritual of the field service component has become even more meaningless with the advent of the trolleydollies, just like the old-time practise of carrying an old-fashioned gramophone and some of Judge Joey's records from house-to-house became meaningless.
Can anything shake the witnesses out of their apathetic meaningless rituals? I'm not sure that can ever happen.
But perhaps there is a lesson for some thinking JWs in this story of an old monk lost in his ritual, until something woke him from his self-absorbed view of his world.