This post is going to be shamelessly ethnocentric. I am a European. Christianity, both Catholic and Protestant, as well as post-Christian secularism, make up my cultural background.
Of course this is but a tiny part of the world of human thinking and as many others I enjoy -- at the risk of misunderstanding -- peeking over the cultural fence. Foreign culture and thinking are always fascinating. When I was younger I fancifully identified with the languages I learnt or the countries I visited -- as if I could become another. Later I came to enjoy the journey as a foreigner -- learning about the others but even more about myself and my own culture, from the very contact or rub of difference.
Yesterday I was visiting the Guimet Museum in Paris, which is devoted to Eastern arts (from India to the Far East). As I was wandering among those huge and magnificent collections I found myself attracted to a group of sculptures which stood out as strangely different. These were the Ghandara and Serindian treasures found in the early 20th century, West of China on the Silk routes (Xianjiang Province, Tajikistan, Afghanistan) where Buddhic motives were represented with a typically soft Graeco-Roman touch. I was amazed by the whole museum but here there was something really familiar and moving to me.
I can only see another culture or read its texts (I have been reading and quoting some Chinese Tao writings these days) from a Westerner's standpoint. Which, if I analyse it correctly, implies a typical emphasis on the individual, a sense of tragedy and pathos which is quite foreign to other cultures. I can see the limits of it but still I am who I am -- because I am where I am. I can learn and experience a lot from Eastern texts but I will never be an Easterner.
Christianity appealed to Romans as an Eastern religion but it eventually settled as a Roman religion. This changes everything. Post-Christian Westerners in search of spirituality are attracted to Eastern religions but they modify them to their own "soul" as soon as they identify with them. There is something like a "Western way" and it's the one Westerners are bound to cultivate -- with the help of worldwide cultural interchange and dialogue. Ultimately there is no "conversion" -- only slowly drifting in the interplay of cultures in which we happen to be where we happen to be.
No question here, this is completely useless rambling. But any echo, or comment, is welcome of course.