Almost to the Stars

Long, long ago in the dense warm rainforest where our ancestors swung from treetops in the canopy, someone fell - a slipped grip, a jammed finger or caught tail - down, down down they must have caught hold of a branch or a vine, or the hand of another of their species, a friend in a time of need because two hundred thousand years later and all seven billion of us have had that dream - falling, falling only it is not a dream, but an ancestral memory and maybe our ancestors knew that someday in some other land their descendants - Us!! - would build another forest, one whose canopy reached much higher than those trees, almost to the stars