Shanghai BalconySomeone has planted four dawn redwoods at intervals and they nicely ascend in height, and beyond are the tops of other trees and French chimney pots. A few swallows glide and wheel in the evening twilight. As the world rushes headlong to establish, to re-establish, a hierarchy dictated by money have we forgotten the common elements of the four revolutions— the American, the French the Russian, the Chinese— that have created our modern world? And are well summed up by the ideals of the French: liberté, egalité, faternité. What would that great soul, Tu Fu, think of all this? Undoubtedly his concerns would be the millions and millions of the floating population and how that is connected to the rampant corruption. The people constrained, even the mountains and rivers endangered. The four countries of those revolutions fought and defeated the countries of overt fascism, which has now reasserted itself worldwide as military- industrial-business complexes. What else to do but to look within, as age-old wisdom instructs us. Longing to ask that great soul’s advice, pouring over his poems, this weary pilgrim remains perplexed, scratching and scratching an old balding head.