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once zhuang zhou dreamt he was a butterfly, a butterfly flitting and fluttering around, happy with himself and doing as he pleased. he didn’t know he was zhuang zhou. suddenly he woke up and there he was, solid and unmistakable zhuang zhou. but he didn’t know if he was zhuang zhou who had dreamt he was a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming he was zhuang zhou. Between zhuang zhou and a butterfly there must be some distinction! this is called the transformation of things.
the evolution of sensual sensitivity in smashion films — check it! by kl