I remember deciding to go to this city resurrected from hellfire for multiple reasons, but the most telling I suppose for me was the fact that I needed to feel it. Nothing else would take me to where I needed to be in modern life than going here, to Hiroshima. Where the first atomic bomb was dropped and where the modern age in many respects began, and equally so, when the seeds of its demise were sown. The nuclear age brought with it a slew of nuclear powers, and an Armageddon waiting to happen which no previous age, save those spoken about in the Bhagavat Gita or the Bible, could match it. But if 81 years is enough time for people to forget the horrors of war and of atomic weapons, then surely thousands of years is simply too far in the past to reach the modern mind.