I've tried my best to try and explain what I went through last weekend in Chicago, but I can't. It was surreal. So I will try and explain it in the following way:

Once Zhuang Zhou dreamt he was a butterfly, a butterfly flitting and fluttering around, happy with himself and doing as he pleased. He didn't know he was Zhuang Zhou. Suddenly he woke up and there had was, solid and unmistakable Zhuang Zhou. But he didn't know if he was Zhuang Zhou who had dreamt he was a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming he was Zhuang Zhou. Between Zhuang Zhou and a butterfly there must be some distinction! This is called the Transformation of Things.

For the past three and a half days I had a dream of a better world. I dreamt that I was part of a world where people dared to believe in a better future, were driven to achieve it, and were idealistic and optimistic enough to believe it possible. I dreamt of this world and I loved it and it inspired me.

Today I don't know if I am awake. The dream seems so far away, so different from the reality that I inhabit. And yet if I truly desire a better world, all I should need to do is to turn my heart and will toward it and there it will be. As Confucius said, "Is Virtue indeed so far away? If one truly desired it, it would be as easy to obtain as turning over one's hand." For there are hundreds of incredible young people like me working towards this future, and I know that if we all truly desire it, then it will come to pass.

This is what is known as the transformation of the future.