He walked around the stage, trying to soak in all that he could. He had acted in several plays, always a major role, but a few days ago he earned the lead role of in a brand new play by one of the worlds most renown playwrights. It was an opportunity of a lifetime, one that would bring him fame beyond his wildest dreams. He received a copy of the script last night and after reading it, he made plans to come to the theater and prepare himself mentally for the role. He stopped and stood center-stage, glancing out at his would be public. He closed his eyes and pictured the applause and adulation of his audience and peers, they would be astounded he told himself. He let his mind wander and a single question came to mind.

"How does one embody destruction? Destruction is a creation. Destruction is also the annihilation of something that has been created. Therefore, creation must be destructive as well."

He thought about the big bang theory and how all life was created from something destructive. He thought about women who were raped and became impregnated. He remembered how lightning could set a forest on fire and revitalize the soil. He did not think about the right or wrong. He did all he could to remain impartial to all the scenes his mind played for him, hoping that he could figure out how he could become a pure destructive force.

And then another question came to his mind wiping away his previous thoughts like a clean slate..."Can I create the destruction in me?"

Someone answered, "Yes you can."

Firefighters had spent all night fighting the flames in the theater. The police could not detect the cause of the fire. Newspapers changed their front page to tell the story of the freak fire that burned down the theater and claimed the life of an up and coming actor.