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Faith in God is an opening up, a letting go, a deep trust, a free act of love — but sometimes it was so hard to love.
At such moments I tried to elevate myself…touch the turban I made with the remnants of my shirt and say aloud: “THIS IS GOD’S HAT!”
I would point to [the tiger],”THIS IS GOD’S CAT!”
I would point to the lifeboat,”THIS IS GOD’S ARK!”
I would spread my arms wide, “THESE ARE GOD’S ACRES!’
I would point at the sky, “THIS IS GOD’S EAR!”
But God’s hat was always unravelling…God’s cat was a constant danger. God’s ark was a jail, God’s wide acres were slowly killing me, and God’s ear didn’t seem to be listening.
Despair was a heavy blackness that let no light in or out. …[But] a school of fish appeared around the net, or a knot cried out to be reknotted. Or I would think of my family, of how they were spared this terrible agony. God would remain, a shining point of light in my heart. I would go on loving.
" — Yann Martel, Life of Pi.Life of Pi by Yann Martel

