 But then he couldn't decide if he was dreaming he was a butterfly or was he a butterfly dreaming he was Zhuangzi or dreaming he was a butterfly. And, you know, that can just go on and on and on. And there is a sense of, like, you just imagine other possibilities. Like, is this the real life or is this the dream? Which I thought was kind of an amazing thing, really. You know, the idea that there's another side of ourselves somewhere that's dreaming what we're dreaming now and dreaming that we're there and we're actually here. That kind of put it all into perspective for me.