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I'm driving out of Joshua Tree after a desert trip. I have two friends with me in the car, but the night has been so powerful and the experiences so overwhelming that none of us can speak. We can't even bring ourselves to put on any music. We just ride along, tuned into the higher music of silence. The road twists and
turns through the desert night. Every time I crest a hill, I can see
this seemingly endless stream of tail lights in front of me. Gazing
in the rear-view mirror, there is an equally long line of headlights
behind. But after a while, I realize that this isn't just a fun thought - there really is a connection between these cars. I can actually see a physical thread of light connecting each of the cars, and each of the students in the cars. I can feel it piercing me through the heart. It hurts, but in a pleasant sort of way. The physical experience of this nonphysical lightthread feels somehow like what would happen if you combined the terms poignancy and eternity into one subjective phenomenon.
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