It's get's a bit less clear when you
start to speak of «hope» for some future
eternal resting place for the electrical impulses being fired in our brains that you like to call a «soul».
As for me, I can't believe in an human - like being that designed and jump -
started the universe 13.8 billion years ago and set aside a planet for His special favorite creations, so He'd have someone to keep Him company and sing songs praising Him, then gave Bronze Age hermits a book of His orders to mankind that includes «thou shalt not round thy head nor cut thy beard» on penalty of
eternal suffering... just CA N'T, any more than I can force myself to believe the world
rests on the back of giant turtle.