I believe that the landscape where we are born and live and grow shapes us. That it also lives and grows within us: our outer landscape becoming a landscape of our souls.
Or perhaps it is the landscape of our ancestors that lives within us? That causes us to have that bone-deep sense of recognition in places where our bodies have never yet been? A familiarity of blood and soul that resonates in our DNA.
Or perhaps it is something else again… Some other soul mechanism that interacts with the world around us… Who can be truly sure?