Let's say you're a man who has a wife, or a man who has a fiancé, or a man who has a girlfriend (or a maiden, to those who prefer courtship). And let's say you just read about how Christopher West stared at the body of a woman during Mass and was able to offer up his physical arousal towards her beauty (seen from behind) to God within "the womb of the church" (which is, according to West, only in the pubescent stage with regards to sexual awareness), continuing to gaze, and that one day in this way you transformed your desires in seeing the same, and that you didn't sin (according to you and West) because you didn't consciously desire to possess her.
I wonder how much your wife or your fiancé or your girlfriend (or your maiden) will appreciate, that instead of turning your eyes away and mortifying your thoughts so that you saved your gaze solely for her (your wife, fiancé, girlfriend, maiden), you were able to gaze at the woman's body and were able to transform it into your wonderful burnt offering of burning physical arousal; and that same burnt-offering pure gaze of love is the same burnt-offering pure gaze of love that you give to your wife or fiancé or girlfriend (or maiden).
Isn't that wonderful then, that the looks you share with your wife in the marriage bed are the same that you share with a stranger? Or in the case with West: the same look which you penetrated a stranger with, but which wasn't shared because you were looking at her from behind or without her noticing?
Nudist naturism is definitely a gateway through which the Westian brick road leads, and around which there is no detour.
Let's say you're either of the above men or you're single, and the woman that you used as a medium for your pure burnt offering to God was another man's wife. No problem here with the husband having any objection because it is simply a matter that everybody needs to be indoctrinated with this "mature purity". Then all will be well.
No wonder that West's teachings lead directly to naturism and nudism. Read this post by Wade at From the Ivory Tower, in which among many examples, one Mrs. Kimmel equates this pure gaze of love with, "enjoying the season’s first snowfall or interacting with nature in any other way."
This is when people start saying that you can look at a woman just like you would appreciate the beauty of a conch shell, or sunset. What about someone who enjoys the beauty of computer programming?
Are you starting to feel that weird Harry Potter vibe?
Now imagine a world where every person gazes at the other with this "disinterested" (read the post) "appreciation" and where any lust (radar! radar! radar!) is immediately and magically brought back to the configuration of the pure burnt offering disinterested gaze of love.
We would then be living in a creepy naturist version of The Invasion of the Body Snatchers.