I was rereading what I wrote yesterday to straighten out certain incomprehensible words out of mercy on your eyes, Father. I was afflicted on rereading it.... It was so inferior to what I experienced while describing my inner state! And yet at that point, to get help in saying what the Lord had me experience, and out of fear that I would express it poorly, and to obtain some relief - for don’t you realize that this is also a form of suffering? - I called upon my St. John. I said to him, “You know all about these things. You experienced them. Help me.” Nor did I lack his presence, his smile as an eternally good boy, and his caresses. But I now feel my poor words are far inferior to the sentiment I experienced.... All that is human is straw. Only what is supernatural is gold. But what is human cannot even describe it.59
59 We pass over seventy-seven handwritten pages, dated July 10-16, 1945, containing eight episodes from The Second Year of the Public Life.