Too deep for fun? - Musings in the mines

So I pretend that there I am, your Guru of Glee, basically waiting there with these men, basically doing nothing else but waiting to get rescued. Or to die. That's it. Water up to my waste. Trying not to breathe too much. And I'm realizing that, after a while, that sooner or later even hope won't be enough to keep my well-grounded fears from overtaking me. I mean, there's nothing to do. Move as little, talk as little, breathe as little as possible until something happens one way or basically another.

As the Guru of Glee, I'd recommend that we all visit our personally inner playgrounds, perhaps to join Silly and Serious for a ride on their Inner Swings.