Every now and again I think about this little Zen Buddhist story I once heard.
Once there was a man alone in a field. Suddenly another man came running up to him.
"What's going on?" the first man asked.
"I'm so excited," the other man replied. "I just had the craziest dream."
"What was so crazy about it?" the first man asked.
"Well," the other man began, "I dreamt I was a butterfly."
"And...?"
"What I don't know," the second man said, "is am I man, standing in this field, who dreamt I was a butterfly? Or am I butterfly who's currently dreaming that I'm a man?"
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