In the age of sale, we once were rooted. For 5,000 years it constituted a world-shaving epico-making record-breaking human-being technology. This cannot be disputed. From the time of the fairies to the first debuts, if you wanted to move some goods, some goats, send a scientific tree to speak to the sexual life of the most, fight a war against a foreign nation, take your kids on a world vacation, to move anything across the seas your only hope was for a sale upon a boat, upon the breeze. Only a fool would grow up, could bear to go that slow if they were in the now. Now, don't get me wrong, I imagine a case where a captain of reason could, without treason, reason, rowing over reason. I sometimes prefer a book in my hands to bits on a screen. It seems a good book may help my mind, dream, and the slow, dirty gravel of the half-less traveled seems not to unravel the work of the travel, but gives a sense of joy to a boy and a girl with nowhere to go in time to get in line. But when the task bits at hand, like yours is so grand, and the mission your addition has fishing, when you're gizzin', why road, why bow low, you must stand. Cause today, here's our planet, a hot packed piece of granite, worlds on fire, and we fan it, it's in trouble, we must jam it, we must man and woman, not spam it, with old tools that waste time, lame deeds that don't rhyme. Why don't we hold a small hammer when you can jammer with a hammer? Why have a museum? So you can see them, be them, getting foolish pride from taking small strides. You're inside museum guys, giving tiny little rides, through hoydin' toady hogs of art-filled walls and empty spaces filled with cases, telling stories about the evolution of the races, while the masses, the brilliant masses, all the classes, laid outside, that's not a museum, that's a mausoleum. Well I do love art, it fills the cart in the quickie mark of my happy heart, the coffee table babbling no fable, dancing music, keep me stable, to soothe beyond the pale, there's nothing finer than a sign center model pale. But if the whaledom scale, it's a planetary veil, we must scale, we can scale, we can move new ideas across the seas. So it's the age of scale, because it's not just a rumor that the consumer ate no dumb boomer, with no hands, heart, or sense of humor. She's a smart, caring soul, she's got friends that can roll a trillion hours a year of civic action surplus on your ass. Sure do you told me this is so. Take it, go. No longer passive, network hands, hearts, and voices now are massive. Network action makes old school broadcast reaction a distraction to this powerful infection. Six billion people connected on the web. They'll tag your bits, hit your hits, grind your grits, pop your zits, give you fits and take you to the rites, solve your problems, make them theirs, take away a thousand planetary cares, carry your ulcer, pack your culture, your museum should be theirs for the taken. You exist to maximize their making. Be assured that old boy taboos they are breaking, a fine new recipe they're delighted to be great baking. They are insane in the brain with the freedom and power of creative comments in the public domain. You're mixing a fresh refrain with their friends, a new zooniverse, a new universe. It's the opposite of holding still or moving in reverse. It's perverse how they rehearse the inverse of the ancient 20th century managers chapter and verse about who gets to say, who does the work, and who just has to walk along silent beyond the corporate content. Flickr, it reached nine billion culture richer pictures. Open street maps and Ushahidi, and if my grandma could only see me, use 20 million CC zero records on Yorviana to see, be, and make a vibrant culture. Like a cultural scientific media data mixer, mulcher, a grower, reader, cedar, super dynamic knowledge, breeder, who brings good things to Wicca Peaccia. That wiki really loves to show the people what they love to know about the Himalayan snow, Madonna's brand new above, Homer Simpson's dough. Where else are you going to get that broke? A museum? I don't think so. So Jack, the museum, we really need to make it scale, make it sale so the culture continues to feature. Do it now. Don't waste time. Work it back in stagnant. Small scale, small vision times. Do the museum. Thanks.