There was a day when he saw they were the same creature. Blind man and dog had become something Pythagorean–a combined soul comprising all the elements. The man felt so damned grateful he actually lay down in a public park with his arms and legs pointed at angles, the circle in the square, pure DaVinci, and his dog stood over him and carefuly washed his face. A woman came running crying out. She thought the man was having a heart attack. She saw the dog was wearing a special harness and accordingly she thought something heroic was going on. Perhaps the superb guide dog was trying to breathe life into her owner? “Madame,” said the man, “we are just sharing our soul. We are animists. Do not worry.”
Planet of the Blind 