I have a small garden, I went outside just right now. I see a group of ants walking in a line, all it takes is just one little step. *SPLAT* dead. You ever see what happens when you break their formation like that, I'd take a photo but my phone's camera is messy, the ants get confused by the violence and huddle together in a defensive position, they aggressively accumulate in the spot of their dead comrades ready to fight their foe.
... Standing all together like that makes them an easy target for *SPLAT.*
Did these ants go to heaven? Did these ants go to hell? I have never stepped on these ants before, they had no indication that this would happen to them, I just did it to prove some internet stranger a point and so *SPLAT*SPLAT* they are dead. There is no God. There is no higher being. There is only me and you. I see no soul of theirs disburse, I see no dimension emerge all I see is corpses ready to decompose in the sun to be picked off by the nearby hungry worms, wiggle wiggle I can sense them pursing their tiny grub holes.
Oh you think we the homosapiens are oh so special. So what if the Homo sapiens have built mighty houses and nice little cars. *SPLAT* What makes these creatures more valued than the ants. *SPLAT* SPLAT* SPLAT* God does not exist. Your depression means nothing to no-higher being *SPLAT*, your tears means nothing to no-higher being *SPLAT*, your doom means nothing to no-higher being *SPLAT,* not a single higher fucking being will be there for a SPLATTED ANT. But your friends will rally around you, they will be shocked and confused, they will run around ready to fight the cruel being that splatted you to your death, and in time they too will be *SPLATTED*