Am I a human dreaming I am a butterfly or a butterfly dreaming I am a human?

Being is thoughtless-beyond and beneath all categories of thought. Expression is the realization of creative thought. Being is still; expression, moving. But then if I do not strive, who will?

Once I dreamed I was a butterfly, and now I no longer know whether I am Chuang Tzu, who dreamed I was a butterfly, or whether I am a butterfly dreaming that I am Chuang Tzu.

Do not struggle. Go with the flow of things, and you will find yourself at one with the mysterious unity of the Universe.

Heaven does without doing through its purity, Earth does without doing through its calmness.

The Way is to man as rivers and lakes are to fish, the natural condition of life.

Who knows when the end is reached? Death may be the beginning of life. How do I know that love of life is not a delusion after all? How do I know that he who dreads to die is as a child who has lost the way and cannot find his way home? How do I know that the dead repent of having previously clung to life?