Such crimes has superstition caused.

We, peopling the void air, make gods to whom we impute the ills we ought to bear.

Continual dropping wears away a stone.

There is no place in nature for extinction.

Do we not see all humans unaware Of what they want, and always searching everywhere, And changing place, as if to drop the load they bear?

Rest, brother, rest. Have you done ill or well Rest, rest, There is no God, no gods who dwell Crowned with avenging righteousness on high Nor frowning ministers of their hate in hell.

Fear is the mother of all gods ... Nature does all things spontaneously, by herself, without the meddling of the gods.