Sōgi bows before Ikkyū. “Master Dōken rebuked me this morning,” he says. “What did you do this time?” replies Ikkyū. “Nothing. I merely asked why the bird sings in its gilded cage.” Ikkyū sighs. “What was the Master doing?” Sōgi reflects for a moment. “At the time he seemed rather agitated at a pot of water.” “What did he say