 Like he, you know, sweated blood in the garden of Gethsemane. He was beaten to a bloody pulp at the scourging at the pillar. Everyone was making fun of him and mocking him with the crown of thorns. Then he had to make that long track with that heavy, heavy weight of that cross that all of us are standing on because we added the weight through our sins and then hangs on it for three hours. Like, hello, I could get up and pray, you know, like,