I realised that the search for the Knowledge has encouraged us to think of the House as if it were a sort of riddle to be unravelled, a text to be interpreted, and that if ever we discover the Knowledge, then it will be as if the Value has been wrested from the House and all that remains will be mere scenery. The sight of the One-Hundred-and-Ninety-Second Western Hall in the Moonlight made me see how ridiculous that is. The House is valuable because it is the House. It is enough in and of Itself. It is not the means to an end.
Ouf... This moment is his realization that not everything needs to be solved/explained to have value. He sees that treating the House as a means to some higher knowledge strips it of its wonder. The House doesn't exist to give meaning, it is meaning.
I feel like it's a reminder to stop chasing understanding long enough to simply *see*. To appreciate beauty for what it is, not for what it can teach or prove... The world, in all its mystery, is already enough.
