We all belong to a place. We can feel it in our bones, when on vacation. Or watching a sunset. When we are ovewhelmed by a landscape. My sense of identity is related to such a place as a lineage to its metaphysical origin. As being part of that which has existed before me, I am this place of origins unique entry in time and space.
I am also this origins particular set of qualities and characteristics.
A collective source, like a pattern of coded forms organized in a specific expression of life.
That is the essence of my personality.
And if something in that place somehow get transferred, exploited or in any way treated in a destructive way.
It is done to me too.