Ravers, even as their egos melt, even as their
bodies dissolve into a larger ‘organism’, still speak of something apart, of some
undefinable ‘thing’ distinct from the crowd. Ask them if they completely disappear
into this unity while ecstatic, and they will often vacillate, equivocally answering
both ‘yes’ and ‘no’ as they search for the terminology to describe, to produce, their

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