Destruction is swift, it certainly can be.
This tearing and awful grinding as the parts that had long been piling atop one another are no longer in place.
Were they ever in place exactly as we wanted, or just how they inevitably ended up?
This part here was imperfect, and yet it was meant to be here.
What has happened was meant to be; a strange thought.
And so things come down eventually, to build into something else.
My skin and bones to be returned to some earth to some time to some expansion of the universe.
The tearing down is painful.
We can tear things down quickly, but the pain will be no less.

Build again?
One hopes, if we were happy with it.
Maybe something a bit different.
Realign and compress, to better balance our structure.
Still we are the same builders.
And building is hopefully what we are trying to do.
I hope it is what I am doing.