No Need for God (Pt. II)

I'll use a book that I've recently read to further illustrate my points about atheism. The Life of Pi, by Yann Martel, is a story about a spaztically religious man put in a situation beyond the scope of fiction: he is stuck on a small boat, face to face with a bengal tiger. This situation persists for upwards of 200 days. How did he survive? Was it through the mercy of one of the various deities he cried to in the darkest of nights; was it all of them, gathered hastily in a holy assembly to placate the wishes of a lonely man?

Many people find Pi's sandbox of religions interesting (which it is, for a fleeting moment). Then it becomes confusing - then frustrating - then idiotic. A militant atheist would see this man as the cannon, the ammunition and the wick, utilized to destroy the basis for religion in one fel swoop. I'll use him to further demonstrate the unimportance of deities and their dogmatism.

It is tangent to a miracle that the man was not eaten, until you take into account his actions that nestled themselves between his spiritual trampoline-ing and his enveloping loneliness. He seems to think he is perched to dismiss this middle-ground of rationality, but his rational and reasonable thoughts are actually the ones that are keeping him alive. He grew up under the wing of his father, a zookeeper. He was utilizing his knowledge of animals to stay the beast - a feat that is not impossible (needless to recommend, wander into any given circus). He is almost oblivious to the fact that he is conducting himself in this way, attributing his longevity to his skyward companions. It doesn't take much deconstruction to see that his beliefs are irrelevant to his survival - they are byproducts of an overactive human mind. Once again, God, and his buddies in this case, are useless.