There are many definitions of what a Superior Man or Woman may or may not be. What you speak to though is the effects of a Superior Man's presence. Your Superior Man sounds more a like a spiritual man than a superior one to me based upon his or her effects on others. Someone might say that even just the charismatic man can so effect or affect people. So perhaps we are just talking about the willful man. The willful would transform those around them into their own image if they can. So maybe your Superior Man is first and foremost a gentleman, a gentle man.
And what is a Gentleman? Perhaps a man that does not force himself on others. And yet, does not allow others to force themselves upon him. A Gentle Man. Such a man would surely be a Superior Man in my opinion. Not superior to others. The Superior Man does not distinguish between self and other as a matter of course, but simply as a matter of duty. The Superior Man is balanced, inwardly and outwardly.
For Albert Camus the archetype of the Superior Man was Sisyphus. Though condemned to spend eternity pushing a stone up to the top of a mountain, only to have it roll back down to the bottom again, forever. For Camus it wasn't the effort to get the stone to the top that impressed, but the walk back down knowing that he would just have to start all over again. For Camus the Superior Man is he that faces reality in the eye and does not blink. The Superior Man has nothing, not even hope of freedom, and yet he goes on doing his duty. For Camus, as with most Continental Existentialists, reality is absurd. Therefore, the only measure of the Superior Man is, is he himself absurd. Surely rolling a stone to the top of a mountain all the while knowing that it will only roll to the bottom again and then one will have to do it all over again and yet continuing to do so is the work of an absurd man. The Superior Man is an absurd man. Absurd by all normative or regulative terms. The Superior Man marches to the beat of a different drummer, the beat of his own heart. The head would quit, commit suicide if it dared face such a daunting task as facing reality head on. The task of ever having absolute certainty is a stone that always returns to the bottom of the mountain. The very task that the head puts before it.
The Superior Man does not live primarily in his head, but more in his heart. It is not the head that mobilizes but the heart, it is also the heart that energizes. Oneself, and others. We are where we are. Whether at the top or the bottom or somewhere in between. The person that practices, that lives a life of cultivation, is the person that consciously pushes the stone back to the top again, and what's more, consciously returns to the bottom again and again only to start anew. There is no other freedom, for the existentialist. Much as the Man of Dao, the Superior Man that simply follows the grain of reality as it is laid out before him follows it wherever it may lead him. Even if it is in a great circle. For it is not the destination that is the purpose of the journey, but the journey itself that is the destination.
The good news, the journey is not a circle, but a spiral. We don't know exactly what lies around the next curve, but we have the scent of the trail. Whether we are really getting anywhere or not does not concern the Superior Man. He has lost all hope of finding the end of the rainbow, and yet, he is doing his duty. The inferior man prefers his slumber. The Superior Man has taken the red pill. There is nothing more a man can do. And nothing less. It is a man's, or woman's, duty to be as awake as one can be. Even if that means being awake alone. And does the Superior Man then lord it over others, over the sleeping masses, quite the contrary, the Superior Man is the servant of everyone he or she meets for the Superior Man has the biggest stone of all to push, the stone of existence as it is, and not as we think it is. Don't look for the Superior Man in high places, look in the low places for one that has or is getting ready to start the return journey to the top, again, and again. Look to yourself. Thus we cultivate, not because we have hope that our cultivation will reward us in some way, but because it is the task of a god to go on when all hope is lost. Whatever we are--for now we see through a glass darkly, we are also godlike beings, made in the image of existence. When the head has quit, when all hope is gone, the love of the heart abides. Only the heart can push the stone back up the mountain.
And what is the heart I refer to. The heart of the Superior Man is the mystic heart, the intuition of the whole of one's being. Head and all. A synergetic state of awareness that transcends or lies beyond the intellect alone. I am speaking of what is called in Zen the "Doctrine of No-Mind". What the Buddha called being "Awake". What Jesus called being "Born Again". Nondualistic awareness. The Father and I are a unitive One. Thus again, we cultivate, as best we know how. Is one method better than another? Is rain out of the South better than rain out of the North? Such things as which way is the best way up the mountain are a matter of personal taste and circumstance. All local paths lead to the same summit. From the summit other summits can be seen. But there is only one air. Where does the air in one room end, and the air in another begin? Many souls, one spirit.
"Cherry Blossom
Came out to say,
All is well."