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Chapter Six actions; a dynamic interplay of forces that related in some direct way to my own thinking, seeking, and growth. But exactly what it was, and precisely how it operated, I couldn’t tell yet. It was like a shadow show where the shadows are produced by certain angles of light behind objects which, when finally revealed, may bear no resemblance whatsoever to the form of the shadow. A balled up fist could as easily be interpreted as a bird or a dog, or - when expanded to its full shape - a hand. Just what was I seeing? What’s more, why did it seem that I was being challenged to see it? Why me? I struggled until I was exhausted in my soul.