We have been told that all life comes from the sea. That millions of years ago, a fish crawled onto the land and made it home. Today we reverse this movement when we adorn ourselves with aqualung and fins. We return to the sea, to live for a while with fish and coral, mammal and crustacean. To feel the body held tight, compressed, and enveloped within this watery womb. This is indeed a way of returning. After all, we carry with us a past life in water as the primal state of our gestation. The theory of evolution traces all earthen life to the sea. The summer pilgrimages to the beach, and even the poems, songs, and stories which celebrate the primal significance of the sea are the diver’s life-line.
Passing through the surface and into depth, allows us to experience mysteries that were right in front of us all the time. These are taken for granted things as simple as breathing, moving and looking. Activities rendered invisible by everyday life.
Scuba diving offers us a way to see the extraordinary in the ordinary. When we descend into the deep, we leave behind the familiar contours of landlockd life. When we ascend to the surface, we find the familiar world illuminated in unfamiliar ways.
Our technological scuba-body, a fraction of our becoming cyborg, takes into a terrain at once familiar and strange. The ecological relationship between ourselves, our technology and our world is changed forever. Becoming cyborg–to live, for a while, below the surface, in depth.
Gravity is my devil and archenemy