What is pushing the sauce outside the bottle?
The space where it can freely flow? or
The pressure it's facing from within, from its own self? or
The quaint tilt of the hand that gives it a direction, a purpose to flow? or
The divine desire of sauce that it should flow, that gives the hand its quaint tilt? or
The attraction of open space, or freedom, that makes the hand give its quaint tilt to the bottle that the sauce resides? or
What drives the sauce?
The body it resides in?
The gentle hand that holds the body?
The presence of freedom that sauce is aware of, outside the body?
The gradual urge towards freedom that builds the momentum within the body?