it stood still, but I could not discern its appearance; an image was before my eyes; there was a whisper and a voice I heard:
And after the earthquake was a fire, but Jehovah was not in the fire; and after the fire came a voice, a small whisper.
Then a spirit passed before my face; the hair of my flesh stood up;
Is man more righteous than God? Or is a man more pure than his Maker?