following the detonation of the first atomic bomb in the summer of 1945 in Hiroshiima and Nagasaki, Julius Robert Oppenheimer, one of the scientists behind its creation, remarked that the impact of the bomb reminded him of words from Bhagavad Gita: “now i am become death, the destroyer of worlds.” he was commenting on the human capability of chaos, of killing, of ending worlds. upon coming across these words for the first time, it has since formed ripples that have spread to all the corners of my thoughts. i am become death. ..i am ..become .. death. some argue the quote is better translated to “i am become time, the destroyer of worlds.” the interchangeability of time and death in this context strikes me as somewhat scary somewhat beautiful. i think the interchangeability suggests that time brings about death and destroys worlds –the worlds of the people who have kissed the lips of death. i am thinking about what we do to escape these grappling hands of time –what we do to escape death. we fear death because we fear nonexistence; we fear not mattering. naturally so. yet i believe that we live on through others. we live on through what we leave here behind when we depart. we live on by the legacy we create. we live on through those we love, by loving. perhaps each time we love, we create a new world between the one we love and ourselves. therefore loving is a kind of escape from the tick tock of our own life’s clock because through love, we exist in another’s world — infinite worlds if you were genuine enough. so i choose love. and when i look upon this world from another realm, i will be reminded: i am become love, the creator of worlds.