Once upon a time, I, Chuang Chou, dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was Chou. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man.
Now I do not know whether I am a free man who keeps going to jail or a convict who keeps getting free.
Now I do not know whether I am a Bangkok resident who keeps going to New Delhi or a New Delhi resident who keeps going to Bangkok.
Now I do not know whether I am an honest man who is corrupt, or a corrupt man who is honest.
Now I do not know whether I am an activist who’s a politician, or a politician who’s an activist.
Now I do not know whether I am a common man with VVIP privileges, or whether I am a VVIP who is in fact a common man.
Now I do not know whether I am a cricketer who sells everything under the sun, or a salesman who also played cricket.
Now I do not know whether I am a truthful man who lies all the time, or whether I am a liar who thinks he’s always telling the truth.
© Sunil Rajguru