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The evening progressed through dinner, music, and chocolate. Sometimes my eyes remained open, and occasionally they closed. Every action was an invitation, a challenge, to be as fully conscious as possible: passing the casserole around the table, pouring water into cups, nudging your neighbor with his fallen napkin—everything was careful, intimate, and precious. Though the experience was definitely shared with all my tablemates and the rest of the room, I was astounded by how the dark heightened my awareness of my own subjectivity. There was a mysterious, heart-melted high quality to the dark that was strange and comforting.
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