Michelangelo's Medici Chapel by Froggie I entered expectant but unaware... no idea a space broken by a million curves roundnesses flat surfaces a space divided by a master mind til every hollow hole recess cant and curve can call, send its voice, echoing through other curves and hollows; the secret chambers of the self; How did it get here this silent speech which whispering draws the unsuspecting visitor into the strangeness of a story-- demands a dialogue, plot and characters unknown, in a drama buried deep? in a language never learned? Try as they may, no schools unteach the syntax of this speech. It lies untouched by the surfaces of our passing days, but springs to life in the presence of true genius like the wind, the sky the golden earth, and now and then the spirit of great minds.