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

A Forum-workshop on Effective Implementation of Republic Act No. 10353: A Collective Endeavor  March 6, 2013, Wednesday 8:30AM- 4:30PM