What Has Kept The World Safe From

There, In The Tin Factory, In The First Moment Of The Atomic Age, A Human Being Was Crushed By Books.

To Be A Writer Is To Throw Away A Great Deal, Not To Be Satisfied, To Type Again, And Then Again And Once More, And Over And Over.

It's A Failure Of National Vision When You Regard Children As Weapons, And Talents As Materials You Can Mine, Assay, And Fabricate For Profit And Defense.

At Exactly Fifteen Minutes Past Eight In The Morning, On August 6, 1945, Japanese Time, At The Moment When The Atomic Bomb Flashed Above Hiroshima, Miss Toshiko Sasaki, A Clerk In The Personnel Department Of The East Asia Tin Works, Had Just Sat Down At Her Place In The Plant Office And Was Turning Her Head To Speak To The Girl At The Next Desk.

What Has Kept The World Safe From The Bomb Since 1945 Has Not Been Deterrence, In The Sense Of Fear Of Specific Weapons, So Much As It's Been Memory. The Memory Of What Happened At Hiroshima.