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

    • Ambeth R. Ocampo, PhD
                Ateneo de Manila University
    • Soledad Borromeo-Buhler, PhD
                Retired professor and historian
    • Ariel C. Lopez, PhD
                Asian Center, University of the Philippines Diliman