There is a deep savage joy in destruction, a joy beyond ego enhancement. Maybe it is loss of ego. I’m told it’s the same for religious ecstasy. It’s the child toppling the tower of blocks he’s spent so much time carefully constructing. It’s the lighting of the huge bonfire, the demolition of a building, the shattering of a clay pigeon. It’s firecrackers and destruction derbies on Fourth of July. Part of us loves to destroy. Nietzsche says “I am by nature warlike. To attack is among my instincts.”
The poet Yeats wrote, “All things fall and are built again, and those that build them again are gay.” He failed to say that those who destroy them have a real good time too.