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CYCLES A situation so misunderstood. Is life logical, an orderly factual reality? Or is it chaotic, much like the act of conceiving, sperm in search of an egg. I try to make some sense of it all. I search for God in my own way. I believe in his being. Yet I cannot with all my will follow the doctrine of His truth in man's interpretation of it. I see and feel this world I am of it. If there be a purpose for all things, what is my role? I've seen babies die and I felt a great loss. I can still vividly hear mothers wailing through the night. This world is a white, blue, and green oasis that revolves in an otherwise