Upon hearing that I was an atheist, a girl I had just met asked curiously, "but what happens when you die?"
"Entropy increases," I replied flatly.
The girl and the other friends I was out with lost themselves in conversation after the girl comforted herself with the thought that I must be an agnostic and not an atheist.
What I found interesting is that she did not make an appeal to reason or evidence in not understanding why I would lack belief in a god, but to a fideistic hope for an afterlife. As if wishing could make it so.
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