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Inside of their slightly cramped and noisy den filled with pungent smell a small group of youth filled each other heads. It was a rap session in the truest sense. Often 3 or 4 conversations would bounce of each other, occurring at the same time, gliding in divergent paths only to come back together. A genuine lack of ego kept one voice from claiming dominant authority. Some kind of pre-modern tribal conscience had taken form in the room. Often a complete silence would take over, and often the overwhelming laughter noise would fill the room. It was something real, something removed from the consumer centric life that they were raised to live. IT wasn't really anything more than the youth sitting around pining for desire as Blake would say, but at the same time it seemed like something more. There was a feeling that countered the lack of seriousness, a feeling that together with their youth and vitality and willingness to look beyond what they were taught to see that something new could be found, something beyond them and better than them. Maybe it was all an illusion - and it was. But as far as they could tell everything else was an illusion too. Between all their babble and idealism there was a legitimate sense of community. It was a community where everyone was equal yet was allowed to strive for the outer reaches of their desires. It was from this where the true sense of euphoria came from, the sense that they could join together yet be themselves. It was their secret church. They gathered here at the end of a week full of work and mundanity to experience something that stood in stark contrast to what happened before.