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.