after all
he is a butterfly....and i,
i am just me
—from a Taoist parable: ”...I dreamt I was a butterfly, conscious only of my happiness fluttering hear and there, unaware that I was a human. Soon I awakened and there I was, myself again. Now I do not know whether then I was a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether now I am a butterfly dreaming I am a man....”
