me and a butterfly
Once iwas dreamed that i was a butterflyand was happy as a butterfly. I was consious that i was quite pleased with myself but i did not know that i wasme. Suddently i awoke and there i was visibly me do not know whether it was me dreaming that i was a butterfly or the buttwerfly dreaming that it was me. Between me and the butterfly there must be some distinction. This is called the transformationof thing - Chuang tzu-
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