When i put the west i see in my mirror, i sense the image after which we have made ourselves.
This sadistic, melancholy one sided anxiety ridden paranoia of an omniscient rationality and omnipotent ruler through abstract principle of justice, morality and order. Enraged when not followed or his will is crossed. Our consciousnes is reflecting this image. Most often as cold, distant and ruthless, but as an ideal he is old, bearded and distant. A god of manhood. Even women identify with this image. This is how we all think we should appear if we want to rule, or show decisiveness. We think conquering is relating. Not surprisingly, this image we have of ourselves then, is also a wifeless one. It´s an ideal of manhood, and it has no woman beside it. There are no traits of compassion. Or true generosity. It suffers a complete lack of the feminine.
No wonder there is a problem with the nature of earth and personal feelings. And in our views on women.
This is what we force upon the world. This is our image. The very image we present ourself with to the world.