Wherever I am, the world comes after me.
It offers me its busyness. It does not believe that I do not want it.
Now I understand 
why the old poets of China went so far
and high 
into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist.
"The Old Poets of China" by Mary Oliver

Rabena, Aaron Jed, PhD

Visiting Fellow, ISEAS-Yusof Ishak Institute
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AS 235.3
Culture and Society in China