Why, as the white radiance comes
through the dome, with all sorts of staining and distortion imprinted on it by the glass, or as the air now comes
through my glottis determined and limited in its force and
quality of its vibrations by the peculiarities of those
vocal chords which form its gate of egress and shape it into my personal voice, even so the genuine matter of reality, the life of souls as it is in its fullness, will break
through our several brains into this world in all sorts of restricted forms, and with all the imperfections and queernesses that characterize our finite individualities here below.
For example I noticed that all my students are very talented in music, some real fine artistic
qualities or amazing
vocals, some are very good at math, have a great vocabulary and a very good education, are young budding actors, I can reveal stories
through shadow theater, dance or recite.