When Death Was Free To Roam the World

When Death was free to roam the world, unconstrained by science and medicine, when doctors were mostly showmen, and priests held the final word, then... then people believed in God and in heaven's bliss and hell's torments. We moderns think that quaint now, as we look back, we so much wiser, battling microbe killers while our instruments poke the universe, our knowledge galloping ever faster till now we think death is the end, there will be no more, and angels are left only in those obsolete shelters that house illusions of a sad dead deity. 'Be thee so sure?" an ancient prophet might ask-- for if you are wrong in the measuring, in the weighing of this world, then what world might await you when body/ brain expire and you find something still exists, an imperishable mind, one far beyond our mortal understanding clipped by our senses and our feeble fears? Then you will know your soul, you will know you are immortal, and you will know that God is All...