May 14 2012
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In the waste fields strung with barbed wire where the thistles grow over hidden mine fields there exists a curious freedom. Between the guns of the deployed powers, between the march of patrols and policing dogs there is an uncultivated strip of land from which law and man himself have retreated. Along this uneasy border the old life of the world has come back into its own. Weeds grow and animals slip about in the night where no man dares to hunt them. A thin uncertain line fringes the edges of oppression. The freedom it contains is fit only for birds and floating thistledown or a wandering fox. Nevertheless, there must be men who look upon it with envy.
-Loren Eiseley,The Night Country
