Shirtless Days: On Living and Writing in the Jungles of Papua
Erik Campbell
Once upon a time I, Chuang-chou, dreamed that I was a butterfly, a butterfly flying about, enjoying itself. I did not know that I was Chuang-chou. Suddenly I awoke, and veritably was Chuang-chou again. But I do not know whether I was I dreaming that I was a butterfly, or whether I am a butterfly dreaming that I am Chuang-chou.
—Chuang-tzu, 4th century BCE
