The absurdity of atheist man lies in his determination to make himself God in defiance of the certainty that he is separated from the grave by no more than the next step, the next breath, and the last heartbeat.
From this unstable pulpit of a brittle and fleeting tenure on earth the atheist strives to validate himself by preaching his ascendancy over history (as in classic Marxism), over society (political Marxism), and over ethics (cultural Marxism). The most recent iteration is environmental Marxism, a new and virulent strain that seeks to return the physical world to its original pristine condition as a fitting utopia for guiltless humanity.
But no mere mortal has devised an intervention to cheat death—that final frontier beckoning us all, from the least of us to the most elite of us. Denial, in one guise or another, is the only contingency, as epitomized by the grand tombs of the once mighty and almost divine, built as monuments to their return, or Lenin’s lifeless corpse preserved in a spectacular glass chamber for the encouragement of his gawking admirers who shuffle past in fond hope of his resurrection, and theirs.
There is a more sensible way outlined in Scripture, but it is rejected by those invested in grandiose images of their own deity. For them, the prospect of yielding control in this life to a greater sovereign is a thought too odious to contemplate. Jesus Christ is the key to eternal life, though only on His terms, and many will defy Him to the grave rather than submit to that reality.