Wisdom at the rivers' crossing

"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.]

The realm is vast and full of wonders. At every turn, a new delight awaits for the eager eye, and much that is tantalizing in its unfamiliarity. Perhaps with so little to see within, the mind is best pleased to seek without; perhaps by walking its length and breadth, a foreign place might become a home.

To impose would be unforgivable, yet I would be glad for the presence of another with me on the road: for the sake of guidance and safety, as well as for the pleasure of company. Stellaris: if one should be find to serve as guide, your presence alongside us would be very welcome.

The list of positions remains a puzzle; all seem equally fascinating. I must not have gotten very much done, in another life.



On another matter: Might I gain the attention of the one known as Dash?


-- 火