"Man has places in his heart which do not yet exist, and into them enters suffering, so that they may have existence."  --Léon Bloy

I keep rereading that. It sounds good, a good take, so I reread it. Trying to feel, ok now I'm ROOMY. But then I imagine a weird real estate agent lady in a Chanel knockoff, clicking around inside my chest cavity, cheap heel sounds echoing, observing cheerfully, "look how ROOMY". And I think, Got anything SMALLER?