“The blackness would stir and eventually go away, and God would remain, a shining point of light in my heart. I would go on loving.”
Source: Life of Pi (2001), Chapter 74, p. 232
Context: Despair was a heavy blackness that let no light in or out. It was a hell beyond expression. I thank God it always passed. A school of fish appeared around the net or a knot cried out to be reknotted. Or I thought of my family, of how they were spared this terrible agony. The blackness would stir and eventually go away, and God would remain, a shining point of light in my heart. I would go on loving.
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