At 60 feet underwater, there is, what my colleague Prof. Richard Cruz calls a deep feeling in your gut sparked by sheer amazement with what you are experiencing. He describes it as something you feel when you see fireworks – it comes from the clenching of your gut and is in no way cerebral.
And this is that same feeling I experience when I find myself in a place where man does not belong, yet we were there, scouting the Dive and Trek Basilica (a dive location that starts at 60 ft below water, marked by a man made cross — hence the ‘Basilica’ that plummets down to more than 100 feet).
I believe in many things. But one of the more enduring facets of life I hang on to, almost like a creed, is the longing to experience more things that give me that same kind of high – it’s like being punched in the gut and for a moment your breath is taken away, sans the pain.
Yeah. Those things.
I am breathing 60 feet underwater, gliding across the new flora. It is new to me, but it has been there for hundreds of years, and come to think of it only 40 meters away if I could walk it from the shore. Such are the mysteries of life.