Dream of a butterfly

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Once Chuang Chou dreamt he was a butterfly, a butterfly flitting and fluttering around, happy with himself and doing as he pleased.
He didn’t know he was Chuang Chou.
Suddenly he woke up and there he was, solid and unmistakable Chuang Chou. But he didn’t know if he was Chuang Chou who had dreamt he was a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming he was Chuang Chou.
Between Chuang Chou and a butterfly there must be some distinction! This is called the Transformation of Things.
Taoist parable. Zhuangzi,

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