We have a short period of time at depth, though it seems strangely eternal. Descending is your youth, the actual dive your adulthood, ascending your twilight years, with your death arriving as you punctuate the surface of the water. This journey is always done alone but in the presence of others. Forced silence renders you childlike, innocent of the world above. Intrepid divers can find themselves meditating the mundane or absorbed in heart singing moments of awe, fear and joy. Severed from everything, captivated by the spell like murmurings of the infinite deep.