It stood still, but I could not recognize its appearance; a form was in front of my eyes, there was stillness, then I heard a voice saying:
And after the earthquake, a fire came, but the Lord was not in the fire, and after the fire, a still, small voice.
A breath of wind was passing before my face, and the hair on my body was standing up.
‘Can a mortal be more righteous than God? Can a man be more pure than his maker?