There is wisdom in silence. The tour guides who took us through some of history’s greatest monuments and artistic masterpieces, had so much knowledge and information, it was as if they couldn’t slow the train of thought down enough for us to compute what we had just learned. Multiple times I had to take my earpiece out, as the tour guide with microphone continued to jabber their PhD worth of genius, in order to have a moment of quiet alone with the surroundings and my own thought. It was the final tour guide, Ennio, who understood the assignment and power of being silent. We were briefed for nearly 3 hours about what we were to witness as we sauntered through hallways of artwork: the sacred and complex Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel in Vatican City, next to Rome, Italy, where no photos and little talking was allowed. This is, after all, where each pope is decided upon by cardinals in debate and spiritual election, holding the historic papal conclave, as the world watches and waits for black or white smoke to emerge. As we craned our necks to view the ceiling that changed the world, we enjoyed perfect silence, having our