Will David Blaine’s breath-holding stunt encourage others to explore the yogi-like ability to slow down the heartbeat, still their metabolism, and stay super calm? Or is there a masochistic character to the man’s pranks? Is he shortening his life? Or is the endurance artist like a moth that must fly into the flame? I’m thinking that Blaine’s exploration of confinement reveals a complicated preoccupation with death and nothingness. What do you think?