Dao and Khōra

Forget the passage of time. Forget the differences. Leap into the boundless and make it your home. Once, I Zhuangzi, dreamed that I was a butterfly, flying about happily. I did not know that I was Zhou. Suddenly I awoke, and there I was, visibly Zhou. I do not know whether it was Zhou dreaming that...

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