Zhuangzi Dreamed He Was a Butterfly – Pacific Zen Institute

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Once Zhuangzi dreamt he was a butterfly, a butterfly flitting gaily about. He knew nothing about Zhuangzi. Then suddenly he awoke and he was at once solidly and unmistakably himself, Zhuangzi. But he didn’t know whether he was a man who dreamt he was a butterfly or was a butterfly dreaming he was a man. Surely there’s a difference between Zhuangzi and a butterfly. This is what we call the transformation of things. —from the Zhuangzi, a Daoist text (authored by Master Zhuang) — Updated on 2024-03-16 19:11:12 — Group:Public

Once Zhuangzi dreamt he was a butterfly, a butterfly flitting gaily about. He knew nothing about Zhuangzi. Then suddenly he awoke and he was at once solidly and unmistakably himself, Zhuangzi. But he didn’t know whether he was a man who dreamt he was a butterfly or was a butterfly dreaming he was a man. Surely there’s a difference between Zhuangzi and a butterfly. This is what we call the transformation of things. —from the Zhuangzi, a Daoist text (authored by Master Zhuang) — Updated on 2024-03-16 19:11:12