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One day about sunset, Zhuangzi dozed off and
dreamed that he turned into a butterfly.
He flapped his wings and sure enough he was a butterfly... What a joyfull feeling as he fluttered about, he completely forgot that he was Zhuangzi. Soon though, he realized that that proud butterfly was really Zhuangzi who dreamed he was a butterfly, or was it a butterfly who dreamed he was Zhuangzi! Maybe Zhuangzi was the butterfly, and maybe the butterfly was Zhungzi? This is what is ment by the "transformation of things."
- Chuang Tsī ca. 4th century B.C. |
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