I once went swimming in the ocean. I was born on the closest Island to the Mariana trench. One day, while I was there, on that island, only visiting for a few days, I went swimming in the ocean with my friend. My father had warned me. Don't go out past the reef, he said, there were sharks out there, and wear shoes in the water. I went out past the reef, when my friend made the suggestion. We'd each bought a snorkel kit to explore the lagoons with. I wasn't wearin my flippers though, or my snorkel. I just had the mask on and was barefoot. Once I got outside the reef, where I'd been warned not to go and was fully aware of the tragedies that had been brought to those who had earlier dared, I just stretched out my arms and legs and looked down and drifted there, lookin down into the depths of the underwater valleys below. I could not see the floor. The mountainsides just fell away into darkness and I drifted there for a few seconds holding my breath and being still and looking down into the depths of the ocean.
It wasnt long though before I thought to myself, "better swim back".
I started to swim back toward the reef, but in a moment realized I was being carried in the opposite direction. I began to swim harder and harder and finally in a desperate panic not to be swept out into the deep ocean full of sharks I got close enough to the reef that a swell picked me up and helped me along some, and then another, and finally a wave carried me over the rocky reef and washed me back inside the lagoon. I was within a hairs breadth of bein swept out to sea off the northwest tip of Guam, where I was born, during the war in Vietnam. The Mariana Trench is 7 miles deep and I was born on top of the rise from the sea floor. It's a part of my personal mythos. I looked into the depths of the place I was born, looked into the depths of the deepest ocean. And the humility of my body fighting the current of the sea as it tried to take me. I wasnt at all sure I was strong enough to live and I was really afraid for my life for a few minutes during the crisis.
Surely nearly everyone has had some similar vision of being left alone to die. I know that being lost at sea is almost an archetypical vision of the fear of Lovelessness.