Aw so...one of the benefits of being a smoker.
Well, sir, it's a matter of what one's used to.
Out here in the Sandhills of Nebraska, in the darkness of night, when there's a million billion stars in the skies overhead--not visible to those living in more-populated areas--one finds means of dealing with the darkness.
Plus the personal attribute of being creative; using one thing for multiple purposes, in this case not only as a cigarette lighter, but a flashlight.
Also, I picked up more "tips" about getting things done in utter darkness when I was wandering around the socialist paradises of the workers and peasants, where there was oftentimes damned little artificial light.