My House Had Suddenly Turned Into A

Once I'm Given An Idea For A Story I Have A Million Ideas On How It Should Be Illustrated, But I Don't Have A Big Shoebox Full Of Unfinished Ideas.

Ben Remembered Reading About Curators In "wonderstruck", And Thought About What Id Meant To Curate Your Own Life, As His Dad Had Done Here. What Would It Be Like To Pick And Choose The Objects And Stories That Would Go In Your Own Cabinet? How Would Ben Curate His Own Life? And Then, Thinking About His Museum Box, And His House, And His Books, And The Secret Room, He Realized He'd Already Begun Doing It. Maybe, Thought Ben, We Are All Cabinets Of Wonders.

As I Look Out At All Of You Gathered Here, I Want To Say That I Don't See A Room Full Of Parisians In Top Hats And Diamonds And Silk Dresses. I Don't See Bankers And Housewives And Store Clerks. No. I Address You All Tonight As You Truly Are: Wizards, Mermaids, Travelers, Adventurers, And Magicians. You Are The True Dreamers.

Maybe We Are All Cabinets Of Wonders.

Time Can Play All Sorts Of Tricks On You. In The Blink Of An Eye, Babies Appear In Carriages, Coffins Disappear Into The Ground, Wars Are Won And Lost, And Children Transform, Like Butterflies, Into Adults.