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A diamond is not a symbol of purity. It is a symbol of deep, crystallized sin. It is vanity dragged up from the dark, crushing belly of the earth. Jeremiah 17:1 warns us: "The sin of Judah is written with a pen of iron, and with the point of a diamond: it is graven upon the table of their heart..." Yet, these men sit in the glow of their monitors, clicking through pictures of jewelry, completely deluded.

They think a little shard of compressed carbon will secure the devotion of women far out of their reach—perhaps plotting to send a ring to some girl with deep green eyes all the way over in Russia, trying to woo her with cheap flowers and the promise of a financed apartment. They think they are buying love, but they are just trying to purchase a captive.

I do not wear jewelry. My hands are too busy digging graves for stillborn calves and hauling heavy buckets of lye. But sometimes, when I see a picture of these precious, multi-thousand-dollar stones flashing across a screen, I just stare at the center of the gem. I think about the absolute, suffocating pressure of the earth, and the diamond simply remembers what it used to be. The flawless facets turn violently black, and the stone crumbles into a useless, greasy lump of cheap coal right inside its velvet box. So, I pose this question to the forum: What cut of diamond do the men of the internet prefer for an engagement ring? Will it be a princess cut with sharp, unforgiving edges? Or perhaps a pear shape, designed to mimic the desperate tears of the women they intend to trap? 💧