Zhuangzi and the Butterfly
One night Zhuangzi dreamt he was a butterfly. He flew, he was happy, and in that dream there was no Zhuangzi at all.
Waking up, he said something strange:
"Now I don't know whether I was a man dreaming he was a butterfly, or whether I am a butterfly dreaming she is a man."
This isn't mysticism. It's a very practical question.
Are you sure your personality is you? The name, the biography, the habits, the opinions — all of it was collected over years, like a costume.
So who wears the costume?
Don't look for the answer in your head. Just remember sometimes: you are not only what you think about yourself.
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