Heavy Boots Wow!

I often take awhile to pick up a well-hyped book, especially by a.) a guy and b.) someone younger than me. (Because I have a huge ego and googoleplex issues). However, this is the most beautiful and beloved and unforgettable book I've read since I picked up Jeanette Winterson's Written on the Body when I was in high school. Oh, the heavy boots. Soveryperfect.

I read the first chapter of A Brief History of Time when Dad was still alive,
and I got increadibly heavy boots about how relatively insignificant life is,
and how compared to the universe and compared to time, it didn't even matter if
I existed at all. When Dad was tucking me in that night and we were
talking about the book, I asked if he could think of a solution to that
problem. "Which problem?" "The problem of how relatively
insignificant we are." He said, "Well, what would happen if a plane
dropped you in the middle of the Sahara Desert and you picked up a single grain
of sand with tweezers and moved it one millimeter?" I said, "I'd probably
die of dehydration." He said, "I just mean right then, when you moved that
single grain of sand. What would that mean?" I said, "I dunno,
what?" He said, "Think about it." I thought about it. "I guess
I would have moved one grain of sand." "Which would mean?" "Which
would mean I moved a grain of sand?" "Which would mean you changed the
Sahara." "So?" "So? So the Sahara is a vast desert. And
it has existed for millions of years. And you changed it!" "That's
true!" I said, sitting up. "I changed the Sahara!" "Which
means?" he said. "What? Tell me." "Well I'm not talking
about painting the Mona Lisa or curing cancer. I'm just talking
about moving that one grain of sand one millimeter." "Yeah?" "If you
hadn't done it, human history would have been one way..." "Uh-huh?"
"But you did do it, so...?" I stood on the bed, pointing one of my fingers
at the fake stars, and screamed: "I changed the course of human history!"
"That's right." "I changed the universe!" "You did." "I'm
God!" "You're an atheist." "I don't exist!" I feel back onto
the bed, into his arms, and we cracked up together.