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Metaphors? (Spoilers)

As always, Chuck is masterful with his metaphors. And I don't just mean his awesome minimalist comparisons, his description. I mean the gigantic metaphors that he puts into his stories. How every scene fulfills the themes he presents to us.
On my latest re-read of Lullaby, I started to notice more and more the real meaning behind what, on first read, just seemed like outrageous story.
For example, the scene where Carl takes his package home and opens it in the dark bathroom. He feels the pieces that, in the dark, could be anything. He doesn't look at the picture on the box, or the instructions, and therefore has no idea what the bigger picture is "supposed" to be when he takes the pieces out to the light of his kitchen table and begins to build it.
In between all of this, we're given bits about all of the noisy distraction coming through the walls and in the world, and we're given a little insight to Carl's past, his dead wife and child.
Finally, by the end of the chapter, all of the hustle and bustle through the walls has died down, and Carl has completed his perfect little home, painstakingly crafted, and what does he do? He stomps it, hard, smashes it with his bare foot, destroying it and messing up his foot in the process.
This is symbolic for what happened to Carl, how he built his life the best he could—no instructions—his perfect little home. And then it was ripped away from him, destroyed by Carl himself with the reading of the lullaby. His hobby, one of his means of "coping", leaves him wounded, a constant reminder of what he accidently did.
One more example, the scene where Carl and Helen are lost in the furniture warehouse.
Helen says, "Don't you feel, somehow, buried in history?"
She goes on to say how each piece of furniture is like a parasite outliving it's host. These representations of the talent and intelligence of their owners throughout history, outliving the actual talent and success and, well, lives of the people.
So here are Helen and Carl, literally lost in this maze of history, surrounded by ghosts, and Helen "mutilates" the furniture. She takes pieces of it, consigning herself to the fate of every dead owner before her, but on her own terms.
I dunno, it just blows my mind how masterfully Palahniuk writes his stories. Anyone else have any thoughts on some of the scenes throughout the book?