Examples Of Sensory Deprivation

The time before I was born, and the time after I die, are indistinguishable.They are gentle voids, chasms of indescribable nonexistence that excite the heart and turn the stomach.I try to orate what I see when I imagine not existing, but all I speak are lies.In a cave is one of the few times a person might encounter the try absence of light.Those of us who learn to explore the flooded caves of our world might experience and even deeper form of sensory deprivation.When there is no light, no sound, no smell, no taste, and hardly even the ever present sensation of gravity, we come the closest to experiencing our own deaths.The feeling is indescribable.Some chase it, others run from it. Some never experience anything after.The lack of sensation makes your inner voices scream, louder than anywhere else, any other waking moment
in a short human life.They shout at you, beg you to turn back.They tell you they’re scared, that you should be scared.They plant doubts in your mind, “are you still going in the right direction?” “Do you have time to make it out?”
The sensations you still have will lie to you, a hand on the line will begin to feel as though it is slipping backwards, faster and faster into...Nothing.And endless void, simultaneously infinitely large and claustrophobically small, touching every inch of your skin, crushing you.Your heart pounds, the voices grow louder, you feel like thrashing out with your limbs to reach something, anything solid.In death, the cave might never end, but the voices do not exist.Your mind cannot conjure the cave.The voices built a prison of panic inside you, but death strips it all away.I cannot fathom the infinity that lies before my birth.It lies beyond the wall of my prison, untouchable, unreal.I did not exist, and soon I will no longer exist, but I do not fear.The infinity that lies beyond my death, I cannot fathom.It too lies outside of my prison.
For now, I live within the cave.Many imagine the rocks at the bottom, the ceiling. They create an entrance, an exit, something beyond that they cling to a hope of reaching.They do not understand that their cave is within them, and when they do leave, there will be nothing more, just as it was before they
entered.
I strive to find the quiet voices, the ones that whisper “Swim deeper” “Know your gas” “Push farther”.These are the voices that define a cave diver, and decide if a person lives with the time theyhappen upon, or squanders it.