On a trip to PNG last year I ended up on a sandy flat with sparse grass. Usually kneeling here would be harmless, but as I looked at the sand it appeared to be moving around and fuzzy. I took an extreme close-up and found it covered with tiny caprellids, or skeleton shrimp about an eighth of an inch tall. I realized that I could not even settle here at all without crushing hundreds of them. Fortunately, such things are not common, so I swam off to find a true sand area where I could explore without hearing tiny screams.
My point being, that even swimming through the water disrupts tiny planktonic creatures, and our bubbles break up fragile threads and colonies of all sorts of things--some days more than others. At what point must we quit diving?? Never--we must continue to explore, document, enjoy and bring to the world our experiences and love of the sea. All of that with minimal impact when it is avoidable. Divers have been a key force in producing environmental awareness of our oceans.