I spoke of creation, but now lets consider the opposite or disintegration. Yes, Death! When you stand at the bedside and the patient dies, a sense of frustration and helplessness comes over you. You know that a greater power—an unearthly power—has enveloped what was your patient. The tight features straighten out, the muscles relax, and you see there is no struggle. These are mortal signs of peace. The soul, the id has gone. Gone where?

It is not in the room! We cannot see it! It is out of touch with us, and this brings it into the realm of the non-natural or supernatural. An unexplainable power, not responsive to any of our senses, has touched this now lifeless body. Who could it be, but God? For the unbeliever—if there dare be any—the Devil ... nothing? But for us: God.

Instinctively, we live in fear of and in hope of solving this mystery. And what is mystery, fear, and hope but religion. And who but God can animate the cry of a newborn baby and inanimate the death gasp of him whose days are spent—both in the twinkling of an eye?

In the blood of the living body, you will find more than a hundred different substances. There are chemical salts like sodium, potassium and calcium. There are enzymes, hormones and catalysts. There are red cells, white cells, the clotting elements. There are anti-bodies for many of the diseases you may have had, e.g., measles, mumps, chicken pox. This variegated stew runs through your vessels and no single thing interferes with the function of another. Each does its job, undeterred by the other. Again, I ask you, who could formulate such a system?

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