"So there I was resting peacefully in my predetermined place at the bottom of the riverbed as the wonderful waters of the Brook of Life passed over the polishing of my white water washed stony skin-like surface: when all of a sudden, lo, and behold, a ruddy young shepherd boy comes passing through Brook and takes me up out of the Water of Life with four of my brothers, tossing the five of us into his pouch. And then I hear this mighty thundering Giant cursing the God and Maker of the heavens and the earth and all that is within them; even the name of the Lord of hosts, the God of the armies of Israel. And then the shepherd boy puts his hand into the bag, and I cry out as the stones do cry: Glory to the King! Glory to the King! And suddenly I find myself seated in a slingshot, and whispering a little prayer the shepherd boy gives me a whirl, and I shoot from the sling like a rocket stone in flight, whizzing through the air, and in my course I feel the Great Hand of the King from above touch me in mid air slightly redirecting my trajectory to perfection, and then I impact, and the towering Giant collapses to the earth below with a name struck into his forehead, Pala' Pil'iy." (Judges 13:18-19) :)