I would really like to read the thoughts of an evolutionist as they lie on their deathbed. Their "honest to noGod" thoughts. Their terrors. Their nightmares. Their fears.
I would like to crawl deep into the recesses of their mind and see it for myself.
Do they really believe all that noise they spread? As they lay there contemplating their final breaths, do they really believe that soon, they will cease to exist, in a dying world that teeters on the brink of annihilation, a world that wont remember them and that will one day cease to exist also.
Do they really believe that they will be gone, truly gone, forever, like they never existed in the first place?
Or in that final time, do they entertain that ever prevalent notion that they will go to heaven, or be resurrected, or even come back as a goat. That somehow, somewhere, it's not really "over", done, finito?..