We stand within a sacred time-space. It’s tangible, accessible, open, waiting for you.
Don’t get distracted (unless it’s part of your embodied practice, your cultural habitus, in which case we make no effort to compel). Don’t get distracted by the paraphernalia of the glass (the rites of fasting) when it’s the wine that is freely available on this night (when it’s the sacred time-space open to you).
Unless you are a religious personality, the glass is incidental, it is not even the beginning (and certainly not the end) of the sip (the time-slip).
The beginning is inner oblivion (and in form may be carried by the act of fasting), then there is reading, then there is entry, refuge.