“Once upon a time, I 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 myself. Soon I awakened, 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 got too close to the jumbotron at the end of the world and the robot frogs ribbit-ed me to sleep and jammed all that butterfly shit into my noggin. Tokyo's not even real. Wake up, sheeple.”
-Vivarium Zhuangzi