My son was accosted by an atheist at his school and he asked them his question:
“If what you say is true and we are no more than food for worms, what does it matter to you that I live a lie and believe in what you think is a fantasy? Why not just let me live in the dream and leave me alone? What difference does it really make?”
So far, he has yet to get an intelligent answer.
This is the same son who, when viewing the entrance to Michael Jackson’s personal theme park, asked “if it is Neverland, why is there a huge floral clock at the entrance?”