In the coming months and years I would have this experience over and over. Corky brought poetry back into my life–but in the way of dogs, asking me to stop, or leading me places I might not have imagined going. Simple places and elegant ones. I saw right away she was drawing me into the quest for life itself. Only later would I see how dogs reveal experience for its own sake, revealing life freed of ideas about life, which is of course life itself. In the park we walked through mounds of dried leaves and I thought of an immense body lying stretched out–the body of blindness rising. I was walking with the moon and dog and new emotions.
Planet of the Blind 