it stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: an image was before mine eyes, there was silence, and I heard a voice, saying,
and after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.
Then a spirit passed before my face; the hair of my flesh stood up:
Shall mortal man be more just than God? Shall a man be more pure than his Maker?