... and His mother kept all these things in her heart
There is a wonderful Chinese story, written in the first person, by a man who was puzzled by a dream he once had:
Once upon a time I dreamed I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither. I was conscious only of following my fancies as a butterfly. Suddenly I awakened, and there I lay, myself again. But now I do not know whether I was a man dreaming I was a butterfly or whether I am really a butterfly now dreaming I am a man.
Think about that for a moment! Can any of you prove to me that you are not really a butterfly now having an incredible dream of being a human being in Church,…
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