The Ruminations Are Mine, Let The World

I Believe The Structure Of 'house Of Leaves' Is Far More Difficult To Explain Than It Is To Read. And While I'd Like To Lay Claim To Some Extraordinary Act Of Originality, Truth Is I'm Only Taking Advantage Of Capabilities Inherent In Everyone.

So Often I Wonder Whether It Is My Right To Capitalize, As I Feel, So Often, On The Grief Of Others. But Then I Justify, In My Own Particular Thoughts, By Feeling That I Can Contribute A Little To The Understanding Of What Others Are Going Through; Then There Is Reason For Doing It.

I Want Something Else. I'm Not Even Sure What To Call It Anymore Except I Know It Feels Roomy And It's Drenched In Sunlight And It's Weightless And I Know It's Not Cheap. Probably Not Even Real

Scientists Estimate The Universe Unfolded From Its State Of Infinite Destiny* - A Moment Commonly Referred To As "the Big Bang" - Approximately 1.3-2 X 10^10 Years Ago. *typo: "destiny" Should Read "density.

I Could See Her Get All Nervous But She Was Also Excited. Nightmares Have That Quality, Don't They?