I've written in the past about my reluctance of the value of housing the wild as a means of explaining it, but a recent visit to the Monterey Aquarium gave me room to pause. Do jelly fish have souls? Can they understand or feel the boundaries within the tank? I don't know. But the presentations in this aquarium were impressive. I don't know that the flamingos or the otters have that same understanding enclosed in their "habitats". The irony was the immediate context of the location in a converted fish cannery where so many of their brethren were put in tin cans and the beauty of the ocean setting. So close, yet far away.