J. Robert Oppenheimer was the director of the Manhattan Project. It was intended to develop the first nuclear weapons, as it would have been a Bad Thing if Hitler got them first. I don’t think the Japanese were really trying hard to get them.
By the way, they didn’t call it the Manhattan Project because they tested the first atomic bomb on Manhattan. (There are other explanations as to why it looks the way it does.) And the research took place at Los Alamos Lab in New Mexico, so I’m still trying to figure out what New York has to do with it.
Anyway, that quote from Oppenheimer is from some Hindu scripture or something (the Bhagavad-Gita). According to whoever edited Wikipedia last, it’s not even a very good translation. But it sounds cool, and that’s what he actually said, so we’ll stick with that.
Apparently he got into politics and some people thought he was goofy or rebellious or something. Then he retired.
He was a chain smoker and died from throat cancer at age 62. So don’t chain smoke; it’s even worse than eating eggs, but not by much.
This is just absolutely beautiful and brilliant, a reenactment that will live in the hearts of men as long as the internet exists.
The knife in the stomach is an exceptionally creative touch.
I did some research on him some years ago. He recited that scripture in his head over and over again while the bomb was being dropped. He leaned and held onto a pole and felt dizzy and sick. Im not judging the decisions made but it must have been one hell of an experience to know that you created it.
when i studied with Joy, my guru of many years, she had us read Maharishi’s rendition of the Bhagavadgita, and his is only the first six chapters of eighteen.
my point? this is not a lenghty book, but, read properly, can take a long time. i spent two years on it, including his marvelous exegesis.
i think that Oppenheimer said something like:
“Verifly, i have become death, slayer of worlds”
Shiva, god of destruction.
shiva, the dancing god of death, in wheel form, adorns my front window with a little statue of jesus, a large broze buddha, a pop-up ET, Lakshmi: hindo god of prosperity (given to Joy by Maharishi, then years latter given to me: worked extremely potently at inception, but charm seems to have worn off it, but extremely fine filigree), bugs bunny, a 2.2 lb block of grantite off of Vesper Peek, a near technical slog here in the northwest requiring an ice axe most of the year, and last but not least, a red Santa Clause ridding on a motorcycle waving in miniature form. hope i didnt dissappoint you?
@Wahrheit: I suspect it’s not so much creativity as laziness. But I will let the egg speak for himself on that point.
@Pawn Shaman: Indeed! How much guilt did some of those guys feel after realizing the full consequences of what they unleashed?
@David: Not disappointed per se, but I was surprised not to see Kermit the Frog included.
He died of cancer from.. the chain smoking? Or all the nuclear work?
Also, if you were gonna come up with a secret codename for a project… you’d want one that would throw people off. Would you say Los Alamos Project so everyone knows where to look?
i thought the manhatten project was some crappy r&b type band, or is that the manhatten transfer. either way, listening to crappy music can give you cancer.
That thing in the picture kinda looks like an orange tree.
yeah dude its loking like a orange tree .have u seen orange tree anywhere?
nagpu is a city which is famous for oranges go there and orange tree are not too tall they are dwarf .well buulshit
Boy! that’s some ballsy mushroom cloud… just sayin’
( It took me a minute to figure out the orange thing)
Yo, egg, where are you? I need you to start responding to these readers; this isn’t my project!
An orange tree? Give me a break. There weren’t even any oranges hanging off it…oh, who am I kidding, we seriously need to increase the art budget around here.
Chessloser is absolutely right about crappy music giving you cancer. Eating eggs is even more dangerous. Just a thought.