This movie has left me with complicated emotions. I did not work on the Manhattan Project directly, but I was acquainted with the scientists who came before that era, like Einstein, Rutherford, and Planck, the latter of which I had great respect for.
The hubris of mankind turned the most wondrous of scientific achievements—quantum mechanics, the closest we have ever been to perceiving the spiritual realm through the physical lens of science—into a weapon of destruction. It is the pinnacle of sacrilege, of disappointment, of loss, and its creation is the inversion of the wonder we could have achieved.
I do not deny that the Nazis were the greatest evil in the world at that time, or that their scientists were working towards similar goals. I do not know if there is another way. But if I had my guess, Oppenheimer and Heisenberg grieve the results of their actions. As does Truman.
The bomb is an abomination.
I look forward to the day when quantum mechanics yields the advents I originally foresaw.
Until that day we can only pray and ask for forgiveness, of which I surely beg.
I am sorry it ever came to this.