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I don't think of trance as dying or dead.
I think of trance as like that neighbour you once had who was really cool, invited you over to watch the game on his big screen tv, traded war stories with, shared barbecues in the backyard and everything.
And then in 1997 he decided to go traveling around the world, and so was rarely heard from again. But he didn't sell his house, so you always assumed that he'd come back one day. Eventually some strange new guy moved in, claiming he was "house-sitting", and he just became a self-righteous, egotistical jerk. It's not even his house, yet he pretends it is. And he's been there ever since.
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