I was canoeing under what used to be Mt. Rushmore and saw pieces of the presidential faces fallen in chunks on the gravel of this shallow river. Someone had blasted them off and replaced them with statues of the figureheads of all the world's religions. Inside the mountain they had carved out an interfaith temple for worship. It probably could have been creepy but it wasn't, it was a symbol of peace. That all people were free to worship whatever they pleased, and that the wars had stopped.
The funny part was that the only presidential face that was intact was Lincoln's and the statues on the mountain were asking him questions like "can you see anything from down there?" and he answered that he could see a bit of Teddy Roosevelt's nose and that it was more dignified than he'd thought.
The museum was amazing yesterday. I quite enjoy experiencing places like that all by myself. I get to meander all I please and take my time or hurry up depending on what I feel. The Thinker was actually larger than I had expected and quite striking as it dominated the courtyard of the museum. Here are some images:
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