Each place on Earth has its own relatively proximal ‘insanity field’, which emerges in unique and peculiar ways in different places, from the small places, like one farm, to a city, state, or nation… part of this is made clear by the linguistic effect we call dialect, but it is clear in myriad other tiny expressions… that each place has something more than what we bring. As if a spirit, that, somehow, we enter into intimacy with merely by arriving or staying there, by being there. So, too, an intelligence field, and other kinds… as well… but for human places the insanity field is often most obvious to me. In living places it is the field of relational intelligence which stands forth to my inward senses. Then, again, we are each somewhat like this ourselves, except that we travel and join our proximal fields to those of others… places… even moments…