I contemplate it, I look at it, I comprehend it.

It does not lead me to aspire.

I feel that either it has nothing to give, or that what it has is not that for which my soul is aching.

I know it can be said in reply that I cannot know what the Church has until I am in communion with it; that it satisfies natures greater than mine; that it is the true life of the world; that there is no true spirituality outside of it, and that before I can judge it rightly my life must be equal to it in purity and elevation.

Much more might be said.