Out went the sheep their wool no longer white as snow, dirtied by ideals which no longer held true.
Out when the cattle whose milk had turned sour through legalistic feed.
Scattered went the coins not used for healing but for power games.
Out flew the doves to know freedom and peace, instead of the cages of control and fear they had been lured into.
A drop of water hits the floor, a single drop.
How long? How many times?
John 2:13-22, Luke 19:41