Exactly! This is exactly what I've been saying for years. When my brother was a little boy, he spent hours and hours on the floor of the room we shared when my family first arrived in America, surrounded by hundreds of tiny plastic pieces of Legos or Lincoln Logs. He would build these intricate structures that would repeatedly collapse and then he would painstakingly rebuild them until finally, after much concentration and trial and error, he succeeded in constructing a small marvel of architecture. And then I would burst in, and with one swift kick, send pieces of wood and plastic flying in every direction, destroying in a matter of seconds what had taken hours to build (yes, I was an asshole).