Take your loud and get
it out of my ear. Those with a loud voice do not a leader make. Loud people
upset the spirit. The spirit likes serenity and easy-goingness and the serenity
of a quiet pond. Those jackhammers pound away at the concrete and the concrete
comes out of it broken, cracked, a mere reflection of what it once was. It’s
shattered, tattered, and it matters not to the jackhammer that keeps screaming
its song in the hope that all in front of it will yield. Protect the spirit,
keep it in that quiet corner of the library that demands a whisper if anything
at all.
