A thought for Good Friday...

I have had this passage from Outlander stuck in my head all day...

"The human hand is a delicate marvel of engineering, an intricate system of joints and pulleys, served and controlled by a network of millions of tiny nerves, exquisitely sensitive to touch. A single broken finger is enough to sink a strong man to his knees with nauseated pain."
- Diana Gabaldon Outlander, Chapter 25: "Wentworth Prison"

It gives me shivers to think about on this, Good Friday.

I mean, a broken finger wasn't the half of it...