Home is not where the soil is...

...but where your soul is.

A very soothing (because it puts the brain to a bit of a sleep) talk about home and the world by Pico Iyer:

A polycentric world

Poly is a word that connotes multiplicity, i.e. many.

There's polytheism and there is polyandry.

Writer Pico Iyer gives an eloquent snapshot of a polycentric world in his book The Global Soul: Jet Lag, Shopping Malls, and the Search for Home:

Everywhere is so made up of everywhere else--a polycentric anagram--that I hardly notice I'm sitting in a Parisian cafe just outside Chinatown (in San Francisco), talking to a Mexican American friend about biculturalism while a Haitian woman stops off to congratulate him on a piece he's just delivered on TV on St. Patrick's Day. "I know all about those Irish nuns," she says in a thick patois, as we sip our Earl Grey tea near signs that say, CITY OF HONG KONG, EMPRESS OF CHINA.  

World Literature according to Pico Iyer

I like Pico Iyer's description of the advent of the "world" into the Anglo-American literary horizon:

It was as if all the doors and windows of a stuffy Havisham house [traditional Brit lit] had suddenly been thrown open, to admit new sounds, strange spices, tropical colors, new histories and even new ways of telling history: new writers emerging for a new world and a new kind of reader. A generation later, it seems we are witnessing the same thing in American literature. So "world fiction" has joined world music and fusion cuisine as a radically new and liberating feature of our all-over-the-place age of movement and cross-cultural collision and collusion. And these writers from everywhere are not just chronicling, but actively charting, the America of tomorrow.