“He told me to call him Dazar Frihet. He said that our days are freedom. All of these days, the ones our feet carry us through, any one of them we can choose to be free, we just have to be willing to make it happen. He was such a sad young man, but he wasn’t sad for himself, he was the freest person I ever knew. No, he was sad for all the people he saw who were never free. All the people walking around thinking they were free, but were bonded to so many possessions and responsibilities, so much dispassion and anger, that freedom had become a mirage, like a mythical figure or a god, something they worshiped and followed, but never truly understood.” LifeFreedomPoetSolitudeWildernessIntrospectiveContemplativeNature BooksDazarDazar Friedum Book:THIS SIDE OF A WILDERNESS: A Novel Source: THIS SIDE OF A WILDERNESS: A Novel