21. Butterfly Farm
Peace!
“Once upon a time, I, Hans,
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 Hans. 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 am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man. Between a man and a
butterfly there is necessarily a distinction. The transition is called the
transformation of material things."
Coming
out of the Landmine Museum and then going to the butterfly park kind of
reminded me of this Taoist poem. This is known as the: The Tenets of Valid Cognition.
Traveling from
the Landmine Museum to the Butterfly Park really was a contrasting experience,
or maybe we needed that. Maybe we needed a soothing place, a small nature path
leading us in a roundabout way back to the entrance.
We did not see
that many butterflies, though.
In the right
mood this place might be magical, it has small niches to have tea, it is quiet
and relaxing and the world passes by outside. It’s just you and the
butterflies.
But we just
could not manage to get ourselves into this kind of thinking.
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I’ll pass on
any judgments now… good or bad…. It’s a Butterfly Conservatory. Admission is $6 per person.