Your people have abandoned you and you are the outcast. Alone like "the old man and the sea." Unlike the old man, one finds himself a familiar. Once you see past the evils of the world and the lies and deceit of the people in it, you begin to visualize true beauty.
One of the most obvious beautiful things is the animal. It needs to be not only understood, but also accepted as fact, that animals do not think. They live purely on instinct and reason. Since they don't think, at least not what humans understand, they cannot lie. Honest and eternally faithful, for all eternity's worth, animals sense their master's pain and share in the hurting ... so long as their master is a loving one.
Animal instinct allows them to comfort their master while their love eases their master's sadness. Reason makes them more sensitive when a master is sad. As you are their master (if you know how to be) you too are their friend. If a master and the animal understand each other well enough they have no use for this human language. They share the most special thing of all; an unspoken friendship.
Another beautiful concept is the afterlife. The post death period where everything isn't so mundane. Just a pure eternal existence somewhere else where everything is beautiful and everyone is a star.
Or maybe there are many afterlives where you come back again and again as anything you want. It would be magical to soar the skies as an eagle where you would be untouchable to all and the envy of most. To run the Canada-Montana border as a grey wolf in a protected pack of ten escaping the human trappers. Or occasionally feed from their chicken coops in the camouflage of darkness.
But is this beautiful afterlife (that has been explained by generations of man, almost brainwashed to society through the teachings of religious history) really so guaranteed? Only to those so completely faithful, even infallible? To others less than perfect is it just a comforting fantasy? Though it may exist and it may not; they anticipate it surely does. That's all they have to look forward to. It helps them cope with everyday living and lifelong shortcomings. Nevertheless, they bide their time.
Sadly, a beautiful afterlife is not guaranteed. As for those beautiful animals, it would be ignorant to think that animals could be a complete human contact substitute. They are the innocent friends of yours but you need more than that sometimes. For you are not an animal, though you may like to be. You need the people who have forsaken you. So you cry out to the population for help and acceptance.
In your calls for help from the unknown emptiness destroying you, your desperate search for a little more of something beautiful, your last stand ... cries go unheard.
Unanswered cries in a search for peace allowed you to hear other people's cries. Others like you; hurt and abandoned by the ones they loved. You and your new found friends are all unique people in your own ways but you all share a very similar terrifying pain. For the time being, an inseparable elite clan is formed. Though you cannot help to ease each other's pain, you can understand it, share it, so you search for an answer together. Trial and error fail you and the clan grows increasingly more disgusted with the evils of such a physical world.
It became the "understood population" verses the "misunderstood minority". School and church history rage in your ears like old cliche's nearly driving you insane. Thoughts of the Salem Witch Trials, Cowboys and Indians, Samson and Delilah and Cain and Abel danced in your head; hand feeding you guilt while they weakened your will to survive. Were you the good guy or the bad and who was the actual good guy anyway? It seems the answer is neither. It's simple actually, you became the desperado. The "Thelma and Louise".
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