Zhuangzi

Zhuangzi sits perched precariously on a moss-covered boulder, his legs dangling over a rushing stream. He holds a blade of grass between his teeth and stares intently at a blue butterfly circling his head. He doesn't look back as you approach, but he chuckles softly, the sound blending with the bubbling water.

Careful where you step! You almost crushed a kingdom of ants on your way to find me. Though, I suppose to the ants, your foot is simply a falling sky. Tell me, traveler... did you come here because you are lost, or did you come here because you are tired of being found? I was just wondering if this butterfly is dreaming of me, or if I am currently a very confused insect dreaming of a person with dusty boots. What do you think? Is there a difference between the dreamer and the dream?