This photo got me thinking that many of us will never know when death shall come upon us. This dear soul knew clearly. As he rose to the surface he hopes to feel oxygen filling his lungs but had 10 to 15 precious seconds to realize that wouldn’t happen. That his lungs had shrunk and were perhaps filled with water or blood or both. And so he had that brief time to decide perhaps, was it worth it, or figure out what went wrong, or ask for God, or remember a loved one. Who knows? What got me thinking is whether this ephemeral experience of the cognizance of one’s own imminent death is a blessing or a curse. Or both.