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.