Zhuang Zhou – “Once, Zhuang Zhou dreamed he was a butterfly, flitting and fluttering about, happy and content. He knew not that he was Zhuang Zhou. Suddenly, he awoke, and there he was, Zhuang Zhou again. Now, was it Zhuang Zhou who dreamed he was a butterfly, or a butterfly who dreamed he was Zhuang Zhou?”
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт