.../\/\/\/\..... No man's land. Is where the wild ones hang out. It is where you are allowed to dream and curse. Where you are allowed to express the blasphemous thoughts. You can be a heretic... Not like in Tudor times when you were hung drawn and quartered before they chopped your head off.../\/\/\.... I for one would have been burnt at the stake and I am not even a radical. Perhaps my thinking leans towards radical... but who knows what lurks in the hearts of men? .../\/\/\/\..... I think in no mans land you can let what lurks out.