the theater, the museum and the universe

Last weekend, Ruby, my wife and I went to the movies to see the latest version of Doctor Seuss' "Horton Hears A Who," a poignant story of questioning the dogmas of supposed authority and belief. It had Ruby dancing out of her seat as the credits rolled. We experienced the Please Touch Museum, which was fun to be involved in, art as tangible and transcendent, quite human. Also, we visited The Franklin Institute and witnessed those historical portraits of discovery and invention, the Planitarium showing us our universe, where we might lose ourselves, if not for our part in it. Breath-taking, really, the world as a stage.