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The Poetics of Perception
Butterfly Dream

 

 

 

 

Butterfly Dream

 

蝴蝶

 

One day Zhuang Zhou dreamed he was a butterfly. Flitting here and flitting there, just fluttering around doing as he pleased, he was so happy he didn’t even know he was Zhuang Zhou. But then, suddenly awakening, even though he was himself again . . . he didn’t know whether it was he who had dreamed he was a butterfly or whether it was a butterfly who had dreamed it was Zhuang Zhou. But there must be a distinction between the two. This is called the transformation of things.

 

 

昔者莊周夢為蝴蝶、栩栩然蝴蝶也、

自喻適志與、不知周也。

俄然覺、則蘧蘧然周也。

不知周之夢為蝴蝶與、

蝴蝶之夢為周與。

周與蝴蝶則必有分矣。

此之謂物化。




Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly
(or a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou)


Zhuang Zhou’s Butterfly Dream
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Butterfly’s Zhuang Zhou Dream
 




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