Pi, you must always remember animals are not your friends. They will rip you apart in seconds with no remorse.
My name is Piscine Molitor Patel and I live in a zoo with my family. You can call me Pi. I grew up learning all about animals and their needs, which makes me want to study zoology when I'm older.
Pi's Spiritual Awakening
Reason and science are the savior's of Earth.
God is love, Pi. He died for our sins because he loved us, therefore we should love him.
Islam is the Beloved.
Keep my eyes on the horizon...
I grew up in my father's zoo under the comfortable thumb of my parents loving, but basic, guidance. One of the most important lessons of my youth was when my father threw a goat into the tiger's pen and made my brother and me watch as the goat was eaten alive. I have never forgotten the ferociousness of animals, and that it is not so different from the ferociousness of humans. We as humans are the zoo's most dangerous animals, even if we do not realize it.
What It Takes To Survive
Although I was born into the Hindu faith, my parents were not very spiritual people. I found my spirituality elsewhere, but I kept hold of my Hindu roots. I was a teenager when I found Satish Kumar, my biology teacher that believed science was the religion everyone needed to put their faith in. He inspired me to become a zoologist, but he also taught me the importance of my faith. It was a few years later that I stumbled into a Christain church and met Father Martin, who told me the story of Jesus and baptized my heart. Not so long after that, I met another Satish Kumar, a baker that taught me the simplicity of Islam. All these people taught me that the major religions of the world are not that different from each other. Each one can be appreciated for its love of a higher power, so I identify as all three.
The Pits of Despair
After the Tsistsum sank, with my family and zoo with it, I was in a state of shock that I thought I would never recover from. I was terrified to realize that a few animals were on board of the lifeboat with me including a murderous hyena, an injured zebra, a kind orangutan, and a regal Bengal tiger with the name Richard Parker. For days after the accident, I stared at the horizon hoping that I would spot another lifeboat carrying my parents. I prayed to Allah, the Krishna, Vishnu, and Jesus that they would rescue me from this desperate situation. For weeks, nothing came, and I realized that God put me here for a reason. I realized that if God had to suffer in his life, so must I.
I realized that in order to survive, I had to combine both things that I trusted most in life; science and spirituality. By now, the only animal remaining alive was Richard Parker, and he was my biggest threat, or so I thought. After contemplating all the ways I should think to get rid of this Bengal tiger aboard my boat, I came to the conclusion that the only way I was to survive was if I also kept Richard Parker alive. Without him, I would have gone out of mind with madness. If I had tried to rid myself of him, he would have surely attacked me. There was only one way to survive, and that was together.
Richard Parker, the only way to survive is together.
After months of living on the edge of starvation and dehydration, my body and the animal body of Richard Parker was beginning to disintegrate. I grew too tired to move and not even the hopes of fish could motivate me to move. I laid on the boat, not caring if Richard Parker attacked me or drowned, and accepted my imminent death. I thought maybe God wanted me to die, and it was my fate.
Then I saw an island. I believed it be a figment of my imagination at first, but when I floated up to it