The rather frightening truth is that it seems we enjoy reading about the toppling of all that there is, and even I count myself among those readers. To me, this begs the question of why. Sure deep down we’re all a little twisted and crazy, but why as a species do we enjoy imagining our end? It seems… almost counter-productive. Then again though maybe it’s actually productive, yet another subtle evolutionary gift installed in each and every one of us.
Probably not though.