Chapter 85

Zhuang Zi was a butterfly, he flew around flowers happily. He flew up, flew down, dancing in the flower field carried by autumn wind, as he tired, he descended upon a flower and slept. When he awoke, he found himself laid down on his bed inside his house. Then he asked himself, “Am I Zhuang Zi dream to be a butterfly, or I am a butterfly dream to be a Zhuang Zi.”

What is this life?

Are we dreaming to be human in universe created by The Mighty Creator and playing a drama with others as we think we and they are real? Maybe our true self, the real us, are somewhere stay in the Kingdom of Creator, as we never went away from Creator. Or there is no creator and we just appeared from nowhere and when we die, we will have no memories, no us, nothing. Then what is life? So why do we afraid to die?

The answer is very simple, as long as we live, good thing will happen to us sooner or later. So please don’t die, don’t suicide, but if you must suicide, please do a few good things before you die,
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