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

The Middle Eastern Problem

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October 2, 2012, 1:00-5:00pm, ASEAN Hall, GT Toyota Asian Cultural Center

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