Nor can you know how the faithful soul drinks in the spirit-teaching and grows liker and liker to its teacher. You see not as we see the gradual growth of the seed which it has cost us so much labour to plant and tend. You only know that the soul grows in kindly graces, and becomes more lovely and more lovable. The character we have faintly pictured in such terms as are intelligible to you is not perfect, nor aught but a vague and distant resemblance of that which it shall become. With you is no perfectness.
Hereafter is progresssion and constant development and growth.
What you call perfect is blotted and blurred with faults to spirit vision. But very few such are to be found. There is the capability on which we work with thankfulness. Wait in patience. Impatience is a dire fault.