you walk in to the Sistine chapel, scaffolding surrounds the tall walls along with beige mismatched drapery that covers the ceiling from view from where you stand. Very little can be heard besides the idle chatter further down the hallway from priests and Raphael’s assisstants who were painting in the Popes room. In your idle thought you trip over a bucket of sorts. A voice calls out.

“I told you it isn’t ready to be view yet! And you shall not come up here to view it until it is finished!”