One does not need to look far to see the rampant obsession with image representation of self in post-modern culture.
The image is but a lesser information echo of the being, reflected and amplified by ego laden meanings.
The danger is in living as the image. The image causing the objective to appear as subjective, leaving a confused sense of self. In return the value of self degrades and the image triumphs.
Image triumphs, soul fades.
We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams.
World-losers and world-forsakers,
Upon whom the pale moon gleams;
Yet we are the movers and shakers,
Of the world forever, it seems.
Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy
My horizons widened en route to Terra Ingocnita - where horizons deepen.