is reason. The poor
dog walking along there without his reason looked so unreasonable that
Gud's heart was touched with compassion and he said: "Fidu, it grieves
me to see you without a reason. Here, take mine."

Fidu looked up gratefully out of his sad, mad eyes as Gud handed him his
reason. Glad to have a reason again Fidu seized it in his mouth and ran
off, frisking and twisting and wanting to bark, which he could not do
because he was carrying Gud's reason in his mouth. So he ran ahead and
came to a place where the curve crossed over a deep, dark stream.
Glancing down into the mirror-like surface of the water, the Underdog
saw his reflection. He did not think the reflection was another dog with
another reason in his mouth--for Fidu had his reason in his mouth and
was still mad in his eyes. When he saw his reflection in the water, he
thought it was a porcupine or a civet cat or some other unapproachable
creature, and so he barked; and in doing so he let Gud's reason fall
into the water. Down, down sank the reason of Gud into the dark, deep
water, for it was a very weighty reason.

Fidu did not attempt to dive after it, but the poor, mad dog just stood
there and let it sink out of sight into the deep dark water.

When Gud came up he, too, was without his reason and he thought Fidu,
standing forlornly on the bridge, was an evil genius. When the mad dog
ran on into the gloomy wilderness that was beyond the stream, the mad
Gud followed after him and became lost in the wildness of the
wilderness.

As Gud wandered on amid the gloomy shadows, the void in his mind, where
his reason had been, became filled with many strange illusions, and he
discovered that he could now believe many things that he had not
previously been able to believe because they had been unreasonable.
Faith in things unseen grew within him. The fourth dimension and the
squared circle no longer annoyed him. He found that chimeras were very
real and also wyverns, and that metaphysical hypotheses were as solid
substance and as proven facts.

Gud now understood for the first time in his life that he was Gud and at
the same time he was a holy ghost, and that he was also his own father.
This last bit of unreasonable comprehension especially relieved Gud. He
was sorry he had not accepted it sooner, for because of it he had never
really written his autobiography. When he had started to write, he began
by describing his father as being in existence before his