The forest cleared to let the Ferris wheel in, let in the popcorn-chewers, the crushed, greasy striped hot dog trays, the guns in pockets, the new babies screaming for air, all those cartoon balloons, let in hundreds of sandals stomping on ant colonies, let their wearers in to wait in line to go up and go round and round to see the whole ocean of treetops so they could witness, finally, something bigger than themselves.