Living With The Silence of God

Tell me it's a bad dream. Tell me it's not real. Tell. me. Tell me ... I'm tossing and turning and soon I'll wake up from this nightmare. tell me I'm still happy ... Vishnu preserve me, Allah protect me, Christ save me, I can't bear it ... I had never experienced such intense pain, such a ripping of the nerves, such an ache of the heart.

[All] have drowned. Every single thing I value in life has been destroyed. And I am allowed no explanation? I am to suffer hell without any account from heaven? In that case, what is the purpose of reason, .... Is it no more than to shine at practicalities– the getting of food, clothing, shelter? why can't reason give greater answers? Why can we throw a question further than we can pull in an answer? Why such a vast net if there's so little fish to catch?

- Yan Martel, The Life of Pi