A word or two of Sanscrit now and then has met my needs, thank God! There is an interior language for which speech is an imperfect medium.

Through that interior language thought is communicated directly and truthfully.
I used it long before I came here--imperfectly, to be sure, but with a small degree of satisfaction to myself.

Through it I was able to heal the sick when others failed.

I knew how they felt better than they could tell me in feeble words.

In some more perfect state of evolution, beyond the grave, perhaps, all men will have this power and it will be perfect.
I can enjoy but an imperfect use of it until the mortal part of me has been cast off.