Once, Red dreamed she was a butterfly, a butterfly flitting and fluttering about, happy with herself and doing as she pleased. She didn’t know that she was Red.
Suddenly she woke up and there she was, solid and unmistakable Red. But she didn’t know if she was Red who had dreamt she was a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming that she was Red.
– Inspired by Chinese philosopher Zhuangzi’s story “The butterfly Dream”.
