maybe he was dancing for a reason--to show that dance can be done anywhere, anyplace, by anyone. perhaps he knew that people would stare and probably laugh at him, but some of those who watched would feel a little part of their heart open up to the beauty of the world. or maybe he lives in his own world. it makes me happy either way.
once upon a time, i, chang tzu, dreamt i was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. i was conscious only of following my fancies as a butterfly, and was conscious of my individuality as a man. suddenly, i awoke, and there i lay, 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.