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二十 四 ; èr shí sì
Aug. 7th, 2011 04:04 pm"Once upon a time," said Zhuangzi, "I dreamed that I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was Zhuangzi.
"Soon I awoke, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming that I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming that I am a man."
[Once this little bit of ancient wisdom finishes showing on the right side of the page, the left slowly fills with a delicate painting of a man asleep under a tree, a butterfly perched on his head.]
"Soon I awoke, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming that I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming that I am a man."
[Once this little bit of ancient wisdom finishes showing on the right side of the page, the left slowly fills with a delicate painting of a man asleep under a tree, a butterfly perched on his head.]
