User:Archaic revival

 A poem for you who are reading this page 

Some day comes the Great Awakening

when we realize that this life is no more than a dream.

Yet foolish go one thinking they are awake:

Surveying the panorama of life with such clarity,

They call this one a prince and that one a peasant -- What delusion!

The great Confucius and you are both a dream.

And I, who say all this is a dream. I, too, am a dream.

What mystery this vision contains!

Someday a great Sage - Mushroom - will come and explain it to us,

But that may not be until ten thousand generations have come and gone.

Still, for us in this dream, it will only seem like the passing

of a single morning or afternoon."

Chuang Tzu (modified poem)