At one time, when my son was a small boy I would ask him:
Where do you live?
He answered with good sense:
“Street so and so, second floor.”
I would smile and correct him didactically:
“No Daniel, you live in the Endless, immense Universe, in the Virgo Supercluster, the Milky Way Galaxy of numberless stars and planets, the Solar System, on our good old Planet Earth, continent Europe, Switzerland, Geneva, by the lake Leman on the Rhone river, in Onex, rue Gros-Chêne, 14A, second floor. You live in the World.”
He understood what I meant, quickly, like a smart kid; and he lives his adult life accordingly (or almost).
It helps to know where you live to think out of the box or when little people bother you down here in the pit.
There are countries, recently “freed” where people do not realise how they are purposefully, methodically dwarfed in their soul by the mere microscopic placement of their home address or name.
Good people consider normal to be recognized to exist and be enabled to sign with their name only after being identified as: identity complete, birth date and place, card number XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX, series XXX, delivered by local authority XYZ now confirmed as living in Region XX, City XXXXXXXX, Sector XX, Bloc XXX, Door XX, Staircase Xb, floor XX, app. XX.
In their address there is no reference, of course, of Europe, the World, Earth and so on; but they still get harangued – daily - of being responsible for the greenness of the planet, the regular famine in the third world, the barbarianism of religious oppression far away and the huge bright promise of Paradise which is living in One Global World, free, modern and civilised.