The associated implications and connotations of the English words referring to a location, place, etc. are badly disfigured. A place is not a location.

We only come to think this way once we have devastated and converted the environment into whatever abysmally inefficient (and usually toxic) functions we select. Before that, what place actually is, is a living way of being/knowing.

Place can be understood as a complex system of living and primordial extensions of the root intelligence from which our senses of self arise — an ever-changing, flowing field of living intelligence and intimacy.

Place, then — is a sense. One of yours. It was stolen by ideas and habits. But we can remember this back into our common thought and experience together. We can retrieve the sense called place, and all the astonishing capacities it brings to life. For ourselves, for each other… for the plants and animals… for future generations.

And we shall.