He loved animals, and not in the banal way most claim. Children always sought his attention. He was not the best-looking, not the stand out in a crowd, but he still turned many eyes. He did not shy away from compassion, and he would befriend the outcast, even to his own detriment. He was not hostile, only quiet, unless piqued by unwarranted assault. He was neither large nor violent, but he had the capacity to maim if need be. He loved hard and completely, and it was all he really wanted from life. 

But he would not tolerate those who claimed to be and do all these things because of their faith or just to claim it, when they held no faith and did not live their lives as they professed. They he would call out for the hypocrites they were. And his most urgent sin was his lack of care for the material, for greed. He abhorred it. He would rather live homeless on a beach than put on a suit everyday, and he silently mocked those who did. He held quiet contempt for the money grubbers and the incompetent professionals, the soulless, walking delusions of grandeur. If he could erase the corrupt from the world, he would do so in a heartbeat, and that would not leave many behind. And money did not corrupt their souls. It only exaggerated their corruption, yet they always had excuses and ways to mask it: family, charity, etc. But they were only covers, and the more they showcased their kids and the more they gave to charity, the guiltier they were, the more perverse. 

But this was his curse, for it meant that he would be passed up time and time again in love, taken for a brief moment and then abandoned for a bank account. And he found it abomination, not because he would remain alone, but because, if these men were stripped of their possessions, few, if any, would ever have had love or interest from those they now claimed as theirs. It was not natural selection, as they would not survive a week in the wild, in anomie, and they were ugly inside and out. It was the opposite, and the human race was doomed for it. It was prostitution, by all of them. The men for money and the women for the men with money. They were just glorified business deals, something out of the 18th century. There was no love there, and could never be any, as they had no souls no matter how much they pretended. That was his only solace.