I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man? Zhuangz Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you … Continue reading Happy Sunday!
Thousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared. Buddha Until tomorrow, LAF
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough. Rabindranath Tagore Until tomorrow, LAF