To experience as from a distinctive state was one thing, but to experience that state as an instance within a certain landscape, or geography, or taxonomy of states was another. It was a way to highlight some of the state's peculiar conditions, as in the way that a trough or local minimum has an inevitable character or even an inexorable one, when it is deep enough. Whenever there is talk of a sense of place, this refers to a widening by metaphor of the quality of homeliness, of the canny, and it embodies a aspect of ownness, and of inheritance as both privilege and burden. Certain states had this very character of belonging strongly to him, although not in a privative sense. By its nature a landscape is a public place, a human generality, but like being in an audience at a symphony, the experience was no less solitary. Again there was a sort of contingency, a thrown quality, as if an immemorial dice throw had landed him here, and in that act had become his truth, a truth so intimate that it was mostly rediscovered in the attempts to evade it. Here more than ever time was enfolded into the landscape and the climate, the time of forgotten origins and the time of recurrence in variation.