When my real Dad was tucking me in one night and we were talking about a book, -Our real last conversation before he died;
I asked if he could think of a solution to that problem. Our real last conversation before he died;
MyDad: "Which problem?”
Me: “The problem of how relatively insignificant we are.”
MyDad: “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?”
Me: “I’d probably die of dehydration.”
MyDad: “I just mean right then, when you moved that single grain of sand. What would that mean?”
Me: “I dunno, what?”
MyDad: “think about it.”
-I thought about it-
Me: “I guess I would have moved a grain of sand.”
MyDad: “Which would mean?”
Me: “Which would mean I moved a grain of sand?”
MyDad: “Which would mean you changed the Sahara.”
Me: “So?”
MyDad: “So? So the Sahara is a vast desert. And it has existed for million of years. And you changed it!”
Me: “That’s true! I changed the Sahara!”
MyDad: “Which means? Well, I’m not talking about moving that one grain of sand one millimeter.”
Me: “Yeah?”
MyDad: “If you hadn’t done it, human history would have been one way…”
Me: “Uh-huh?”
MyDad: “but you did do it, so…?”
Me: “I changed the course of human history!”
MyDad: “That’s right.”
Me: “I changed the universe!”
MyDad: “You did.”
Me: “I’m God!’
MyDad: “You’re an atheist.”
Me: “I don’t exist!” I fell back onto the bed, into his arms, and we cracked up together ....
