What does God see and hear when He glances down upon his shivering Earth-bound subjects? Nothing, because His Almighty's head is thrown upward, tutelary eyes squeezed shut as laughter roars from His divine mouth, each jubilant eructation sending an icy blast of air shooting into the red, wind-chafed faces of everyone grimly waiting for the B67 bus.

The above image is how the northeast appears from a NASA satellite, far removed from our problems down here, like how to transport piping hot soup from the deli to your cubicle without it turning to ice slush during the commute.

But NASA can't save us now. Salvation can come only from God, and He's just pointing and laughing.