Destruction is magic. People like to destroy things, even if only by proxy. Even if only by watching. People love to destroy buildings and airplanes and forests; we get an unholy pleasure from it. But the intangible--that is where people shine. Just watch. We dismantle beliefs, explode confidence, kill dreams. Hope, joy; you name it, someone will be standing by to shatter it. People feed on destruction; it's energy. It is the sheerest madness, the bitterest beauty, the cruelest reality. It is all that we secretly hope for and all that we openly dread. It is the beginning, middle, and end. It is the original magic.
August '01
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