I Experimented With All Possible Maneuvers-loops, Somersaults

I Am Absolutely Enraptured By The Atmosphere Of A Wreck. A Dead Ship Is The House Of A Tremendous Amount Of Life-fish And Plants. The Mixture Of Life And Death Is Mysterious, Even Religious. There Is The Same Sense Of Peace And Mood That You Feel On Entering A Cathedral.

There Are A Few Animals That Have Won Themselves A Bad Reputation Even Though They Have Little Or No Effect On Man. They Have Won Their Rating Through Man's Interpretation Of Their Attitude Towards Lower Animals. These Animals Have Been Seen Feeding In What Appears To Be A Savage Manner. But This Behavior May Perhaps Be Comparable To A Man Tearing The Flesh Off A Chicken Leg With His Teeth.

A Lot Of People Attack The Sea, I Make Love To It.

For Most Of History, Man Has Had To Fight Nature To Survive; In This Century He Is Beginning To Realize That, In Order To Survive, He Must Protect It.

Through The Window Of My Mask I See A Wall Of Coral, Its Surface A Living Kaleidoscope Of Lilac Flecks, Splashes Of Gold, Reddish Streaks And Yellows, All Tinged By The Familiar Transparent Blue Of The Sea.