To see the plantation, is to leave the plantation. Worship God almighty, the Holy One, the LORD Jesus, and no one else. Not your job, not money, not women, not holidays and meaningless social traditions and all their pedestrian niceties preferring cowardly appeasement rather than abrasive honesty. I don't go along for the ride, and I don't care v day exists. I hope all these parasite industries that feed off men shrivel up and die on the vine in a hurry, the bridal industry, chocolates, roses, jewelry, diamonds, ALL of it is vain empty garbage that needs to go. Men of SUBSTANCE must arise from the ashes of this trash heap of a landscape.