When i look at animals, i know it is for them I exist, they are all i have in this world. I am one of them, not one of the human race. It is nature, Mother Nature, this Earth to which i belong, from which i come. I am one of them, i am connected to them. I am no longer a separate body. I am a part of nature.
Nice story this ego has concocted. It has totally trapped me in this new identity.
God, Father, Mother, you are all i have. I am too confused with these identities, all are causing suffering. None of that suffering do i know a way out of. I just know instinctively that identity of any kind is an illusion. I know that any world or state containing suffering has to be false. I know that perception has to be an illusion. As long as there is world, it has to be false.
The tough part is that there is nothing nice that attracts me or catches my eye in this world. There is no desire left. But yet the mind is trapped in the suffering of others. The ego is captivated by feeling the pain of others. It has found a nice warm story to identify with. And the suffering of others is not something you can turn your face from, unlike some nice material objects.