Time to get out and nap now, swatting at the bugs with their tails as they leave. Sweet dreams.
“Job, are you listening?..... Do you have any idea how God does it all, how he makes bright lightning from dark storms, How he piles up the cumulus clouds— all these miracle-wonders of a perfect Mind? Why, you don’t even know how to keep cool on a sweltering hot day, So how could you even dream of making a dent in that hot-tin-roof sky?