Here is a little story for you. I have a cat that has always been a little feral and doesn't get along with the other cats socially. One of my cats decided he was going to bully this poor guy and worry him sick. We did everything to help him but his health started to fail. He began having bladder infections and his skin started to scale up and it was just horrible suffering for this little guy. After many vet visits, head scratching, and him nervous pooping on the couch instead of the litter box I decided it was either euthanize or make him an outside kitty. This cat was deathly afraid of the outdoors. I threw him outside and of course he made the most god awful noises for about a day and then he vanished for a week. He finally reappeared and we fed him and then tried to let him back inside. Guess what! he refused and made just as much a fuss about going back in as he did trying to throw him out! Now his bladder infections are gone and the scaly skin has now turned into silky fur. My neighbor reports that he is a skilled hunter and even leaps in the air and snatchs birds right out of bird feeders.
I think the point is obvious that this is allagory for what happens on a more complex human scale as we try to leave the cults. My cat has reached his full potential as a hunter and is very happy by being forced to face the unknown. Food for thought I think.