The physical world chews me up anyway. I want to have some control over my own destruction. Like a child constructing a tower with blocks or a miniature toy cabin with logs, I build myself up partly for the joy of stomping through, smashing and tearing myself down.

I believe in the two sides of morning and night, birth and death. A morning birth is building up and a night death is tearing down. They might seem at odds except for that what breaks up in the night reconstructs itself in the morning. The parts of us that release at death are born into others.