the butterfly dream

once i, Chuang Tzu, dreamed i was a butterfly and was happy as a butterfly. i was conscious that i was quite pleased with myself, but i did not know that i was Tzu. suddenly i awoke,and there was i, visibly Tzu. i do not know whether it was Tzu dreaming that he was a butterfly or the butterfly dreaming whether it was Tzu dreaming that he was a butterfly or the butterfly dreaming that he was Tzu. between Tzu and the butterfly there must be some distinction (but one may be the other). this is called the transformation of things.”

quoted from Chuang Tzu, a contemporary of Mencius

within the human state of affairs there can present to us a flurry of oppositional and contrasting differences to what is the human condition and understanding of self, perhaps especially so when applying what is tangible to believe and what is not. 

there can and is the temptation to get caught up and stuck in all manner of such interests.  at a certain point of view what could be said of this is simply that it’s the mind moving (its process to interpret a world of possibilities and human transformation).