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http://projects.nyujournalism.org/dormancy/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/Monk_1300_800.jpg1300800The hour approached 4 a.m. as I sat on a small mat with my legs crossed and my feet overlapping opposite knees. Despite the encompassing darkness, the air was hot and sticky, and the forest was far from quiet. Cicadas screamed in the background and geckos croaked from the temple’s corners. My eyes were closed in meditation, but my mind was in flux.