I recently read something on reddit concerning a christian Youtuber who offered up a penny for any atheist's soul, since we don't believe that it exists at all.
As an recent atheism convert, I hadn't really thought about the concept of the soul and I felt an immediate, emotional reaction to the thought of selling mine. The feeling was familiar; it was hesitant fear. It wanted to stop me before I did something dangerous. It would resonate well with the believer who sees their eternal soul at risk. Had I told this to my parents, for example, they might say that the feeling I felt is "evidence" that it exists, that my gut reaction is relaying to me an underlying truth on the existence of God, the soul, etc.
I tried to remember other times I felt that feeling and one rose to the surface: its the feeling you get when you go into a darkened bathroom with a flashlight and try to say "Bloody Mary" three times into the mirror. There is absolutely no danger there, no creature is going to pull you into the mirror or kill you, but I had been raised with that superstition floating around and it stuck. I know nothing will happen when I say "Bloody Mary," but I still feel the fear, just as I do when my nonexistent soul is threatened and for precisely the same reasons. Religion and the idea of a ghastly, immaterial object that is invaluable to you was also foisted upon me throughout my childhood and I still felt the attachment.
I came to atheism through my own general disbelief in Catholicism and through the rejection of the biases, voluntary ignorance, and inherant divisiveness religion breeds. It is a rejection fully rooted in my logical mind. My emotional mind, however, has yet to catch up.
I'll leave you with Keyboard Cat.
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