The noontide light passing through the rib cage of Joshua trees, like morning for Matisse.

And he just rammed it right in my chest here and got me in the rib cage and so on. And, of course, that will put you on the ground.

I'm numb from the toes of my left foot to about the top of my rib cage, and then I do get some vision troubles in my left eye.

Matisse is light years ahead of VI [Eclipse Visual Interface].

Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night

And afterward Joshua smote them, and slew them, and hanged them on five trees: and they were hanging upon the trees until the evening.