Wen the Dreamer


One day, the Master dreamt he had become a butterfly; on waking, he found that he was still himself, unchanged, so that he no longer knew whether he was a butterfly who had turned into the Master, or the Master who had turned into a butterfly.

Stare long enough at a mirror, and you begin to doubt whether you are the image or the self; study long enough into a book, quote from it and copy it often enough, and you begin to wonder whose thoughts move within this mind, whose words are speaking.


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