When 庄子, the ancient Chinese philosopher, woke up from his butterfly dream, he couldn't tell if he was either a man dreaming he was a butterfly, or if he was a butterfly dreaming he was a man. And then, I remembered a very similar dream from my first grade classmate, Blake:
"One night, I dreamed I could fly by just jumping off my couch. The next morning, when I got up, I didn't know it was just a dream. Instead, I went to my couch, crawled up, jumped high into the air....THUMP! I fell on my head."
-by Hannah
1 comment:
Zhuangzi in certain sense is no better than your classmate Blake.
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