Trinity was the name for the first detonation of a nuclear weapon.
Ralph Carlisle Smith, watching from Compania Hill, wrote:
“The whole country was lighted by a searing light with the intensity many times that of the midday sun. It was golden, purple, violet, grey, and blue. It lighted every peak, crevasse and ridge of the nearby mountain range with a clarity and beauty that cannot be described but must be seen to be imagined.”
Humble looks good on me, but stupidity doesn’t. I would be a fool, if I wasn’t at least a little bit aware of the effect I am able to have. I know that, if life really is a game, then I should be allowed to sit at the high rollers table. I know how to bend the rules and bring destiny to my door, begging to be let inside.
Maybe that sounds too dramatic for an eighteen-year-old, or maybe you just don’t want to believe that your entire life is right there in front of you, and you just don’t have the balls reach out and grab a better reality.
I know that I have potential. I believe I can be better. I am unsure if my namesake being shared with that of the first nuclear weapon is simply just a poetic coincidence, but I’m positive of the fact that I have the potential to be a detonation.
I don’t know what that will look like yet, but my life is something more than most peoples lives. I live it as if I am the light, exposing every darkest cavern, as if I’m the violent blossom of golden, purple, violet, grey, and blue that brings clarity and fear to every heart.
I can feel the fact that the match has been lit, and my life will be spent winding my way down the rope, spitting and sparking, until I finally explode.