What Is ‘The Ratio’? – A Balance Paid in Blood

The world gazes in silence while men engage in battle. It considers their demise a mark of valiance. The mass extinction of soldiers is merciless; soldiers’ wives being incinerated is designated equilibrium.

Neither compassion nor justice can be reduced to “The Ratio.”

This is an ancient law—devoid of warmth—The Ratio maintains cosmic order by offering women as sacrificial lambs whenever the lost male count exceeds the limit.

Not instantly. Not all at once. Unlike in war, the method is systematic, ceremonial, and clandestine, using fire, exile, and oppression.

Every society came up with parameters for “equality,” like gender ratio or suffocating patriarchal rule.

And the world celebrates after witnessing The Ratio.

Ladies suffer most when “equilibrium” is used as an epithet for violence. Each shred pushed forth a reminiscence of balance obliterated.

When Men Died for Glory, Women Died for Balance

Modern conflicts appear to have one primary purpose: the extermination of men. The perpetual calling of men’s and women’s deaths in armed conflicts “sacrifice” sets a pernicious tone for society.
Trimmed down: They were heroes. Soldiers. Statues were constructed in their honor. Songs were composed. The world kneeled to their default prey.
Fallen soldiers unquestionably went above and beyond what mankind requires from an individual. What isn’t needed, however, is eco-balance upkeep, which is where things
start to go off the rails.
Too few men = too creepy women. There are too many wombs and not enough voices; simply lean in—cold and calculating.
And the universe told society that this is simply what needs to be done. They gave zero thought to where birth and unborn babies came from. Their eyes were shut, and the offerings blurred – they were offered their barest forms, devoid of detail.

Rituals of Correction – Where the Universe Took Its
Due

“Every ritual was an expression of gratitude from the universe, from fire to silence.”
In honoring the dead, payment came from living women suffocated under the weight of custom. But this time, instead of squalid war, it was culture. It was a deep-rooted tradition.
These rituals weren’t oppressive by nature. They were mysteriously correct — carried out in sadness but with the quiet rage dictated by The Ratio.
Affirming. Absolute.
The universe surveyed the chaos and approved of it.

● 🔥 Sati Pratha – India
While their husbands burned to death, widows remained dutiful. “You won’t leave the ratio unbalanced,” their ashes whispered.
● 🔮 Witch Burnings – Europe & America Women who possessed the knowledge — be it midwives or widows, simply vanished into thin air. Tolerance reached a deadly zenith.
● ✂️ Female Genital Mutilation – Africa, Middle East Having an excess number of women gave them freedom, thus, they were terminated. Power trimmed into absolute silence.

● 🩸 Honor Killings – Global South & Middle East
Correcting family balance became a gruesome affair.
One wrong move. One rumor. One black-bagged body.
One woman = one mistake corrected.
● 💔 Dowry Deaths – India, Pakistan Kitchens turned into cremation sites as brides burned behind closed doors. Reservations in hell are designed by devotion to primitive deities.

● 👣 Foot Binding – China Their beauty only emerged from severe suffering. Disfigured feet, balanced patriarchy. Broken feet, balanced patriarchy.
● 🏚 Chhaupadi – Nepal Abandoning menstruating women, deemed “unclean,” into isolation.
Cruel cleansing, the universe remained indifferent. Cleansing. Cruel. The universe did not.
● ⚰️ Baby Girl Burials – Ancient Arabia, Rural India Dying before the chance to upend the world, they were sealed. Soil sealing balance.

● 🧬 Forced Sterilization – USA, Germany, Peru Futures deemed erased, unworthy in the eyes before chosen. Sciences sanctioned with the universe’s stamp.

The Universe Doesn’t Mourn — It Measures

The universe is not capable of crying.
It is capable of a few calculations.
Each soldier is extracted from existence, and each female figure is captured by
custom — not tragedy, just calculation.
The pervasive entry. The astute proportion. An unspoken spreadsheet damp with
calculations.
Lifes lost to war? Acts of valiant sacrifice.
Womenoines? Also, Wrathful balances Human entries.
The East, West, North, and South simultaneously didn’t stand still for a moment.
The world didn’t stand still, it froze– it readjusted.
These casualties were a balancing act in international Perilous Deaths These casualties were. … Brought about by a unilateral choice.
Whisper, or at least, history described.
And so did the universe coming together. policy.

Modern-Day Ratios – Same Pattern, New Disguises

The above text outlines an irreversible humanitarian problem that has persisted throughout history.

The nuanced practices still maintained the same goal. Attention necessitated  algorithms, so priorities shifted. The policies masked the rituals, but the data showed there was once fire.

Burial pits have now turned into ultrasound screens, so girls still mysteriously remain absent. Pecuniary priorities determine who is erased, borders decide who gets rescued, and socially accepted reasoning enables the concealing of sterilizations, forced slaughters, and other mortality.

New locations have merely replaced old ones, while the modern order conceals the cruelty in banners marked under cultural justifications and utter exploitation. Warriors being slaughtered for dowry is not something glamorous — but they’re no longer visible.

Honor killings did not expire; they just underwent immigration into legal loopholes concealed by news scrolls and cultural justifications, while the fires of rituals were replaced with policies. The masked grin behind the screen still monitors and balances everything, though.

What If We Stopped Paying the Universe?

What is going to happen when we parry the ledger?
What will happen if we forego labeling these deaths’ justice’?
What if we stop calling women offered to settle payments and men’s deaths noble debt?
The Ratio survives only because we obey it.
So… what if we didn’t?
Cease movement. Burn the manual.
Not with flames – but with rejection.
Not with gore – but by speaking up.
Allow the universe to recalculate.

Because we choose to no longer be the currency.

Conclusion: Some Balances Aren’t Worth the Blood

“There’s a cost untold to balance that’s marched on the methodical principles
orchestrated with machinated control.”
“Systems constructed on bloodshed and energy extraction don’t warrant the label
balance because they cripple all resources.”
Those weren’t traditions but rather aggregate transactions where women have
dispensed grace within whence silence, absence, and heaviness fuel flames.
And now we ask, “Which remains amongst us pretending to be alive, strutting around
claiming ‘culture’ whilst vehemently enforcing unquestionable adherence to ‘culture’?”
It’s time to change how sources of traditions are approached, restore femininity, and
redefine apoptotic obliteration as a reexamination to redefine harmony.