Me, an utterly ordinary guy. Who knows what I'm even supposed to do? Was it Zhuang Zhou who dreamed he was a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming it was Zhuang Zhou? How can this ridiculous story fit me so perfectly?
I suspect it's fake too, but he makes me believe it's real, because I can't deny my feelings. I want to believe it's real, but how can someone I angered to death come back to life? Besides, I haven't even cultivated! What's cultivation, and where did it come from?
