It's not that I don't care about animals, it's that I care about everything. I've learned through time and devotion to develop an appreciation for anything and everything, even pain. In a way that means I don't care about animals. That means I don't understand them, that I don't put them above other things. How many bacteria would you spare to save The Mona Lisa™? How many termites for beautiful carpentry? How many squirrels for the flowers in your garden? How many cows for a tasty burger? When you stare too long at something it becomes beautiful almost automatically. It's specious nature becomes apparent as it burns its form into your eyes, staring at it so long you can see nothing.
When you think about a person too long they become almost divine in your eyes, and it takes the word of God to remind you that you are both two angels. Thinking about someone is looking into their image, not their person, and that image is inherently elevated because all things are beautiful when looked upon. The image and the person begin to diverge, or so you think. You hope, but desperately you find that the person matches your image of worship. You find them unable to be wrong, as they deliver unerring criticisms to you, as they make claims that cut through your soul with masochistic pleasure. Beauty is found but not remembered, and as you gaze upon this living work of art another day you find another thing beautiful about them, you find the same beautiful things about them over and over, falling in love every day with an image of someone that isn't real. You ask them, beg them, crying and whimpering in fear, in terror of the beauty that will come, to kill the image, to say "that is not me", but they will not deliver you.
I find myself today after living a lifetime of pathetic misery unable to say no, unable to hate, unable to say that the pain I've endured is anything more than admission cost to the most beautiful exhibit I will ever see. I fall asleep every night 50 miles and a dimension away, and I tell her I love her.