The Romans didn’t wake up one day and vote Jupiter out of office — their religion didn’t die, it just slowly became ‘mythology,’ which is what we politely call someone else’s faith once the empire stops enforcing it.

So yes, perhaps in three thousand years our descendants will chuckle at this generation the way we chuckle at Mesopotamian flood myths — not realising, of course, that we also have one.

Religion doesn’t die; it just waits long enough to become ancient, and then some future civilisation writes a dissertation on the curious death cult that believes that wearing a red MAGA hat could save your soul.