There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive.
“Life achieves its summit when it does to the uttermost that which it was equipped to do.”
“Our spontaneous action is always the best.”
“The Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.”
A domesticated dog is forced into the harsh Klondike, where survival gradually draws him towards a more instinctive life.