Conversion

Lurking below, the Drygand-within.  Invite him in, and he takes possession.  It's quick, was waiting, ready.  The Lode constellates, the Idea reconfigures all, throughout.  Much is lost, more gained.  All is deeply strange but soon feels normal-- a new identity, a new world, with a new God.  A tipping point at which the Ground tilts, overturns, disintegrates, reforms in a new configuration-- the right one.  The Lode and its Daimon hold sway.  You cannot go back, the new state is time-forward.  A complete transformation-- a forced conversion when one's world collapses.  In the terror of extremis, the logic is 'change or die'.  Change, then.