I have been told

The Great Wall is far away

And very old

And to be a true man

One must visit it at least once

In one's lifetime

But I have seen the Great Wall

And I have felt its invisible stones

It runs unseen throughout the land

Across the fields and over the mountains

It runs down the rivers and the many dusty roads

It runs across the gates

And thresholds of every village and city

Into every single home and it reaches into every corner

Of every building of every district

The true Great Wall of China

Was not made of bricks and stone

But of human blood and broken bone

Upon the hearth and forge of an ancient History

Repeating perennially the plagues of time

Rhythmic seasons of unending pain and suffering

The Great Wall of China

Holds back the flood of time

The fever, the hunger, the crime

Of a vast, implacable, turbulent sea beyond its gates

And its source is a but small, small secret spot

Forever waiting patiently in the heart of the people

Where time cannot penetrate

Where history is forgotten

Though it has lasted as long as human memory

As a public edifice of the people

It is in truth an invisible and transparent wall

Yet it is stronger and mightier

Than any stone partition

It is more solid and stubborn

Than any brick construction