The
destructive character sees nothing permanent.
But for this very reason, he sees
ways everywhere. Where others encounter walls or mountains, there, too, he sees
a way.
But because he sees a way everywhere, he has to clear things from it
everywhere. Not always by brute force; sometimes by the most refined. Because
he sees ways everywhere, he always stands at a crossroads.
No moment can know
what the next will bring. What exists he reduces to rubble – not for the sake
of rubble, but for that of the way leading through it.
The
destructive character lives from the feeling not that life is worth living,
but that suicide is not worth the trouble.
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