Now here, a lady writes a letter and she said, “I saw myself radiantly perfect, but I mean perfect. And yet I knew that we were two, two persons. I knew at one time as I remembered I was not perfect, I knew it, and I remembered when I heard the words ‘Be ye perfect.’ And now I know that as I looked at this perfection it was myself as I am now. So I woke having seen this radiant being that I am, and she was perfect. Yet as I woke I stumbled into the door and then lost my temper and bawled out my children for pouring soap on my nice clean carpet. So it must have happened in some other dimension of my being—for certainly it was not here where I lost my temper—when I saw my own perfection.”768 ¶2