How Poetry Scratches our Spiritual Itch

I strove with none, for none was worth my strife,
Nature I loved, and next to nature, Art;
I warmed both hands before the fire of life,
It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
— Walter Savage Landor, “On His Seventy-Fifth Birthday”

In The Age of Atheists, historian Peter Watson traces the history of the secular search for meaning and purpose, from Nietzsche’s declaration of the death of God to the present day. One of the most interesting themes of the book is…