Cave diving

To deliberately sequester oneself into a lacunae enshrouded in near perfect darkness and be simultaneously entombed in a chamber of water may be the precipice of insanity – at least for some. To others, this is mere sport, and it is called cave diving. Claustrophobia-oriented individuals need not apply, as it is unlikely that any degree of successive approximation would orient them adequately enough to enjoy, let alone partake in such a thrill. What would be the epitome of serenity to some could, indeed, be the object of pure nightmare to others. Because our hearts and brains, and for that matter the rest of us, is designed to function on oxygen and consumption and the depravity thereof is catastrophic and irreversible after about four minutes, usually, a self-contained underwater breathing apparatus (also known as SCUBA) will be required. Like Hansel and Gretel, one will also need to a leave a return trail, but instead of breadcrumbs, a tow cable will be best suited for the task at hand. A most especially harrowing endeavor would be a rescue mission whilst cave diving. To many, if not most, this would seem extreme, if not, impossible. But to those on the receiving end of such a mission, say, a stranded Filipino soccer team, this would not seem like what they needed…it would BE what they needed. The black wet suits emerging from the black pool would be white knights in shining armor to such an otherwise helpless lot. Uncanny how something that would otherwise seem dreadful and preposterous could actually be the most beautiful site in the world to weary, sore eyes.