One evening, a very long time ago, Chuang Tzu laid his head down to sleep. Asleep, he dreamt he was a butterfly. He flittered from flower to flower, felt the gentle breeze carry him, free to enjoy the warm spring sun on his wings. He was quite sure he was a butterfly. Until he awoke. Then all certainty left him and he asked himself, am I a man who dreamt he was a butterfly or am I a butterfly now dreaming he is a man.
When future shock is the norm
When future shock is the norm
When future shock is the norm
One evening, a very long time ago, Chuang Tzu laid his head down to sleep. Asleep, he dreamt he was a butterfly. He flittered from flower to flower, felt the gentle breeze carry him, free to enjoy the warm spring sun on his wings. He was quite sure he was a butterfly. Until he awoke. Then all certainty left him and he asked himself, am I a man who dreamt he was a butterfly or am I a butterfly now dreaming he is a man.