When I have lots of time on my hands I answer stupid questions.

"Do you believe Jesus is our Savior?"

Mr. Jeebus, even if he was real, is not going to save anyone because he's dead.

I don't need to be saved. Everything is going fine here.

Eventually I will drop dead and become worm food. That's reality and it's fine with me. I don't require childish fantasies about a magical 2nd life.