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In the taut air, they walk slowly once around the table.
A ball they cannot miss, if they are to keep the hope of a comeback alive.
They check the layout, get down once, and read the thickness of the hit on the object ball.
Picturing the cue ball’s path, they point the cue tip to where it should land, to fix the next position clearly in mind.
They chalk, slowly.
The sound carries through the hushed venue.
A deep, deep breath.
The audience holds its breath too.
Once more, they check the thickness of the hit.
They settle into the stance.
No hurry.
Same as always.
The body does not move.
Only the arm below the elbow, holding the cue.
A slow backswing, like drawing a bow.
At the top, the motion stops.
From there, the cue goes forward without force and meets the cue ball.
Grace is born of intelligence
Where does that whole sequence of movement come from?
The calculation to read the layout.
The mental strength to master one’s feelings.
The self-discipline to keep a routine.
Thinking backward from the next ball, and the one after — all of it seeped out as a single, graceful movement.
Perhaps intelligence is something you cannot hide.
Isn’t a person’s beauty the moment their feeling for something overflows?
What you have faced for a long time cannot be hidden, however you try.
Before any words, it shows — in posture, in the eyes, in the movement of the hands.
The times that did not go well.
The nights of frustration.
The time you kept going anyway.
All of it, one day, becomes grace.
Pool is one of the games where that “something” shows most clearly.
On the word tashinami
There is a Japanese word, tashinami.
It is not quite a hobby, and not quite a skill.
It means knowing a world deeply, after a long time spent in it.
And that accumulation seeping into how you carry yourself every day.
The tea ceremony, calligraphy, kendo — perhaps tashinami is whatever sits comfortably beside words like these.
Perhaps pool, too, is a game that can quietly take its place in that line.
Facing each ball, it grows deeper over a long time.
And that process shapes the way a person carries themselves.
👉 The right answer is always being rewritten. — On pool as a pursuit.
Grace nurtures intelligence
But perhaps the order can run the other way.
The tea ceremony, calligraphy, kendo — all begin with kata, the form.
Even without understanding why, you learn it first with your body.
And in the repetition, one day, the moment comes when “why this movement” suddenly makes sense.
The grace comes first; the intelligence follows.
Pool is the same.
Before potting balls, you shape your form.
You build a routine.
You chalk with care.
You become aware of your breath before you get down — and as you polish such gestures, your thinking deepens.
Perhaps that is exactly why so many things have their own etiquette.
Form is the doorway to intelligence.
On the cue as a tool
Tashinami comes with its tools.
The tea ceremony has its tea utensils; calligraphy has its brush.
And pool has the cue.
If grace tells a person’s history, the tool, too, tells their time.
In the world, there are cues a craftsman spends hundreds of hours making, one at a time.
From choosing the wood to designing the inlays and tuning the balance — the maker’s philosophy lives in that single cue.
A well-used cue is engraved with its owner’s time.
The scratches, the chalk dust, the marks of the hand — all of it is the history it has shared with that person.
How you live with your tools shows who you are, too.
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In the city of Yokohama
The word tashinami suits Yokohama well.
Since the port opened, this city has kept mixing foreign cultures with a Japanese sensibility, and refined, grown-up hours suit it.
The night view of Minato Mirai, the Western-style houses of Yamate, the back alleys of Noge — wherever you walk, you find yourself wanting to be someone who fits the air of the city.
On a quiet Yokohama night, someone is holding a cue.
Did they win, or lose?
Are they good, or not so much?
None of that, it turns out, matters much.
It is just that, sometimes, you cannot take your eyes off the way they move.
Perhaps allure is the moment accumulated time seeps through.
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