I'd actually seen this before and it epitomizes everything that I love and hate about flying. I'm a "white knuckler". I don't mind flying at 35,000 feet, I'm still nervous, but it's the take-off and landing that scares the bejeez out of me. Coming down through the clouds like that only gets me to thinking about how far away are we from the crash site.
I should mention that I'm no novice flyer. At one time I held platinum cards on three different airlines simultaneously. I flew a lot. The bigger the plane, the better I am, not good but better. If you want to see a real basket case, get me up in a small plane. Nah, never going to happen.
I have to admit that I agree with you regarding the difference of the landing as opposed to being at FL350 is definitely the comfort zone. But if we as pilots only had to assume flight at FL350 or taxi on terra firma without the accumulated skills of flight and all procedures that we hold dear to bringing us into those two transitions, departures and landings, I dare say, anyone could then do what we do.
For anyone that merely watched this as I first described without the knowledge that this pilot could not have come randomly cut through the clouds to make this otherwise perfect dream-like landing without reference to instruments and proper preparation would be foolhardy speculation flirting this side of ones own certain death.
My respect to you, Sir, and all of your 'Platinum Cards'! All worthy of mention, for sure. All achieved with great invested time and courage.