A Dream within a Dream?

Once Zhuangzi dreamt he was a butterfly, flittering and fluttering from flower to flower, doing as he pleased. He did not know he was Zhuangzi. Suddenly he woke up and there he was, solid and unmistakably Zhuangzi. But he did not know if he was Zhuangzi who had dreamt he was a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming he was Zhuangzi. He thought to himself, when I die? Will I come back as a butterfly?

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~ by whereisdagnytaggart on December 10, 2009.

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