Don't talk, you," he said. "It hurts my ears. Nor think; that hurts your head.' - Poul Anderson

I have learned much in two thousand years, but nothing about any gods, except that they too, arise, change, age, and die. Whatever there is beyond the universe, if anything, I doubt it concerns itself with us.

Something as biologically fundamental as death ought to be in the very fabric of evolution virtually from the beginning.

“He says giants built it in the morning of the world,” Hanno told Pytheas.
“Then his people are as ignorant as we,” the Greek said low.