It is not MGTOW (men going their own way) in the sociopolitical sense - it is descending, mythically, privately, into the sacred dark.

The SACRED dark.

It is refusing to animate a dead culture, until SHE is seen again, the anima - not the woman, not the lover, not the idealized feminine, but the anima in her eternal form. The mythic and eternal feminine, that doesn't abide by trends, but lives and breathes to SEE the Animus, to taunt him, to trick him, to enjoy him, to laugh at him and with him. The anima, the feminine, which needs him to return the world.