Weekend retreat to cabin with heat beats filiopietistic desire to bake bread from self-scythed wheat.
Secular room sans cross and devotio-candle still provides warmth to that which shivering soul cannot handle.
Burning splits of public domain that were not asked could be copyfraud, but, then, does not it *all* right-belong to God?
Taffety guest is served not a selection of cake and tea, so brekkie in bed will match crumbs with those previously. ; )