The next part of the ceremony begins.
He stands before the boiling cauldron.
Someday I may learn the name of that wand of bamboo.
The wand is taken.
Knife-edge intensity follows.
The flailing bamboo goes in and out of the pot.
Water and steam obscure the view.
A high-volume individual voice focuses all on this moment.
The wand. I wonder what happens to it afterwards?
This part of the ceremony comes to an end.