Cold blood on a cold day in hell makes a hollow promise for guilt and shame and slithering evil. Parallel structure requires an above, a middle, and a below, but when temperatures are no longer relative to morals, the weather men must put on their hats and walk into Lucifer's office to beg forgiveness for that which they may not control. God's watching; he has money on the fate of a washed up meteorologist whose faith is resting in a marsh covered in ice and frozen snakes. Saints play their flutes and their side bets hoping to receive another earthly painting with another golden halo in a canon that shoots them well. Moses and Shiva co-own a limited liability company hedged for any chaos -- Nassim Taleb isn't even on the board. Eskimos are selling ice to frozen devils in exchange for their pound of flesh.