Man is a thinking and remembering being, and the place is a memory, a passion, a possession, and a bias. The clay revered his place, and found the means for him to reconstruct his land, the discharges of his arts, and the interpretations of his sanctities, and he hated the sand with his hands, so the emotional bone called for discord and conflict that softened our history and created a method and frequency for it.
Geography has remained truer than history, especially as it relishes falsification, justification, vanity, and pretension. History is like the ear that hears and geography is like the eye that sees, and as a result we found ourselves biased towards geographical place, at the expense of historical time.