When Jesus Christ shed his blood on the cross, it was not the blood of a martyr; or the blood of one man for another; it was the life of God poured out to redeem the world.
The cup has to be left clean and empty for the divine liquor to be poured into it.
Pandemonium did not reign; it poured.
The colour of the water seems to be the colour of the glass into which it has been poured'.
One cup poured into another makes different waters; tears shed by one eye would blind if wept into another's eye. The breast we strike in joy is not the breast we strike in pain; any man's smile would be consternation on another's mouth.