malaise
I used to be work with a software architect on a sizable team who spoke less than most others. But when he did speak, it was like the old commercial about E.F. Hutton- everyone listened. If one of us were having a personal conversation with him, he spent most of the time listening. Before he did speak, there would be frequently be some silence as he thoughtfully considered what to say and then he would respond with few words, carefully thought out, intelligent, and wise. He worked on the hardest problems we had, and he was one of the few oracles that the directors, seniors, and leads would go to for advice.
He has been a strong role model for the close to twenty years since I last worked with him, though I struggle and fail every day to come anywhere close.
In addition, this is a diversion from the elephant in the room, which is that right after some dramatic executive action, many people died within a short amount of time due to a crash that had nothing to do with race and everything to do with chaotic governance.
That is the ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything.