the
clouds
are,
the
more
quickly
they
will
be
dis-sipated.
Oh
!
if
we
had
sufficient
fidelity
never
to
look
at
ourselves,
what
progress
might
we
not
make
!
Our
sights
of
ourselves
resemble
certain
plants
in
the
sea,
which,
just
so
long
as
their
support
lasts,
pre-vent
bodies
from
falling.
If
the
branches
are
very
delicate,
the
weight
of
the
body
forces
them
down,
and
we
are
only
delayed
for
a
moment
;
but
if
we
look
at
ourselves
willingly
and
long,
we
shall
be
delayed
just
so
long
a
time
as
the
look
may
occupy,
and
our
loss
will
be
great
indeed.
The
defects
of
this
state
are
certain
light
emotions
or
sights
of
self,
which
are
born
and
die
in
a
moment
—
certain
winds
of
self,
which
pass
over
the
calm
sea,
and
cause
ripples
;
but
these
faults
are
taken
from
us
little
by
little,
and
continually
become
more
delicate.
The
soul,
on
leaving
the
tomb,
finds
itself,
without
knowing
how,
clothed
with
the
inclinations
of
Christ
;
not
by
distinct
and
natural
views
of
Him,
but
by
its
natural
condition,
finding
these
inclinations
just
when
they
are
needed,
without
thinking
of
them
;
as
a
per-son
who
possesses
a
hidden
treasure
might
find
it
