Jupiter stands square to the nodal axis, ninety degrees of friction between your faith and the heading you came to take, and the load lands on a skipped step you keep circling with one more grand promise. You have done this for years: believe wide so you would not have to advance narrow, talk the journey up to its full size while your feet stay put. None of that friction is wasted. It is grinding something load-bearing into you. The catch turns the day faith stops inflating the route and starts shouldering the hard step itself, and the crossing finally takes your weight.