May
20
2008
Life
Where if not here,
When if not for the eternity,
How if not fluttered by the wind,
Why if not for a heartbeat.
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Once, Zhuang Zhou 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 Zhuang Zhou. Suddenly he woke up and there he was, solid and unmistakable Zhuang Zhou. But he didn't know if he was Zhaung Zhou who had dreamt he was a butterfly, or a butterlfy dreaming he was Zhuang Zhou. -
