… if were he begot by malice or mischance into some queer land where horses never were he would have found them anyway. Would have known that there was something missing for the world to be right or he right in it and would have set forth to wander wherever it was needed for as long as it took until he came upon one and he would have known that that was what he sought and it would have been.
He said that if a person understood the soul of the horse then he would understand all horses that ever were.
Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses