What a beautiful poem. Beautiful words and beautiful thoughts. The part about the magical and dreamless connection with our cave-dwelling ancestors through the light of the fires and the paintings in the cave walls touches me specially 'cause I've always dreamed of reading the minds of primitive peoples though the thin veil of time. How many Neanderthals and early humans died in the cold glacial winters? How many fearsome monsters of the imagination are based on real monsters that roamed the earth, their hunger whetted by the harsh winter?