Ritualized Deep Adaptation
There is a barn. Lit from the ceiling and panels of windows along the long sides. Tables sit on hay in the middle of the barn. Large enough to have to maneuver around. Here is where those that can place prepared foods. Heart meals. Meals of adaptation. There's also medicine. Some traded for and some home made. Life is different and there is less disease. It's hard to explain the way we lived before.
As you move south through the barn the large living space narrows to a darkened hallway. In a room where I'm propped on a bail of hay the men and women of the village can penetrate me and enjoy the smell of incense.