Talk:Bůh Míru/@comment-177.205.226.156-20130805041438/@comment-198.133.9.235-20190708230403

It's the MIRROR image of him. He had a distorted perception of himself as a "God of Peace." And then he had an equally distorted view of himself as a monster (perfectionism is a curse, it makes anything not absolutely wonderful into a horror show). The truth was more likely that he was a decent person, not perfect but who scattered water to give crops and gave people names, and so on.

Both this and The Monster With No Name are about obsession with image, with making a name for yourself, with the true monster of self-hatred. These disturbing books do have a good message, but it is so lost on those reading that it messes them up.