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

GONZALEZ, Eduardo T., Ph.D.

Professorial Lecturer and Former Dean
Public Policy; Policy Development; Public Administration
PS 237 The Philippines and Global Futures