Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds

There is something beautifully chilling watching Oppenheimer relay these words. This sanctimonious dutiful obsequeence to humanity is not in contrast to reality. I am in love with a world extreme as this. Terrible deeds were committed by a few but this is always to happen to the quiet thinker who has so effectively objectified their thought that no thought of consequence can align itself. Those who abuse this are bound to do so. Those who encounter it are ascertainably delighted and at once pained. To be a child in a society, turn to art, maybe