The Dream of Tschuang Tse

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An old Daoist story:


I, Tschuang Tse, dreamt once, I was a butterfly, flying here and there
looking for and searching for things that a butterfly would do. I only knew
that I was following my moods as butterfly and was unaware of my being
a human being. All of a sudden I awoke up from my dream; there I lay: again
"myself."

Now I don't know: was I there a man who was dreaming
he was a butterfly, or am I now a butterfly dreaming it
is a man? Between man and butterfly lies a barrier.
To transcend it is called transformation.