- from Chuang Tsu -
One time I, Chuang Kau, dreamed I was a butterfly,
flying about and enjoying myself,
letting the breezes carry me up to the sky
and back down to the clover through which I would delve.
I did not seem to know it was a dream
or that I, indeed, was a whiskered man named Kau.
I simply understood that I seemed what I seemed
and didn’t think to question why or how.
Suddenly I awoke and there I was again –
a being who drank from a cup and craved his wine.
I wondered, then, as I reached for my pen,
“Was I in the butterfly’s dream or it in mine?
Between it and myself there must be a difference.
For in the dream I was but now I wince.
And where is the wall that runs between us? The fence?”
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