Globed from the atoms falling slow or swift
I see the suns, I see the systems live
Their forms; and even the systems and the suns
Shall go back slowly to the eternal drift.
Even if there lurk behind some veil of sky
The fabled Maker, the immortal Spy,
Ready to torture each poor life he made,
Thou canst do more than God can -- thou canst die.
For I, if still you are haunted by the fear
Of hell, have one more secret for your ear.
Hell & its torments are not there, but are here.
(Lucretius, c. 99-55 B.C., a Roman poet, concluded that all things - including man - operate according to their own laws and are not in any way influenced by supernatural powers; with this view, he thought, man should be free of the yoke of religious superstition and the fear of death.)