J. Robert Oppenheimer

In the spring of 1945, a man stood in a New Mexico desert and watched the sky burst into flame. He had assisted in designing the moment—all the factoring, the trials, the sleepless nights of theoretical physics, had culminated in this instant.
And as the shockwave rippled and seeped through the air, the man who’d made it whispered a line from the Bhagavad Gita: “Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.”
J. Robert Oppenheimer was not a soldier, not a general, not even a politician. Physicist — thinker, dreamer and, by all accounts, a complicated man.
But few have changed the course of human history as he did. His name will always be associated with the Manhattan Project and the start of the atomic age, a legacy formed in secrecy and sealed with a mushroom cloud.