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  • Scuba diving:

    That first moment. Panic versus my own intractable curiosity. Waves splashing grabbing cold commanding.

    The sky wavers goodbye; survival kicks in. My brain stops screaming FUCK on repeat and resigns itself. Time slows and my body tingles: the final feeling of being acutely alive: a farewell present for death.

    But then I breathe. My lungs fill and I float down. Into a beyond.

    When I hit the floor (30 feet closer to the earth’s core than I’ve ever been) I know: by crossing the oceanic/atmospheric boundary, I have drawn a line in the sand of time. I am not the person who I was before, nor am I living the life I was living before. It was the the start of another life.

    I intend to live millions of them.

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