Today is the day of The Bomb. That’s right, sixty-three years ago, outside of Alamogordo, New Mexico, the first atomic bomb was detonated. It was a day that drastically shaped the course of modern history. It was a day that proved just how much man could do. It was a day that gave birth to the end of World War II and to the beginning of the Cold War. It was a truly original event.
I didn’t realize today’s significance until I read a post over at Boing Boing. After witnessing the blast, Robert Oppenheimer, the Father of the Atomic Bomb, quoted the Bhagavad Gita: “If the radiance of a thousand suns were to burst at once into the sky, that would be like the splendor of the mighty one. Now I am become Death, destroyer of worlds.” I’ve been thinking about that for the last few hours.
I’m not trying to make a statement as to the morality or correctness of atomic warfare. I simply think it’s worth taking a moment to consider the ramifications of the event that happened sixty-three years ago.