(Submitted by the Art of Living Team)
How do I know that the love of life is not a delusion? How do I know that he who is afraid of death is not like a man who left his home as a youth and forgot to return? Those who dream, do not know that they are dreaming; in their dream, they may even try to interpret their dream. Only when they have awakened, do they begin to know that it was a dream. By and by, comes the great awakening, and then we shall know that it has all been a great dream.
Once upon a time, Chuang Tzu dreamed that he was a butterfly, a butterfly fluttering about, enjoying itself. It did not know that it was Chuang Tzu. Suddenly, he awoke with a start and he was Chuang Tzu again. But he did not know whether he was Chuang Tzu who had dreamed that he was a butterfly, or whether he was a butterfly dreaming that he was Chuang Tzu.
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