Everything has to be iconic. I thought that word was peaking when Ted Kennedy was buried in 2009. The reporters kept wondering out loud, speaking to the audience, "When will the iconic moment be?"
No one admitted it, but that moment came when there was no illumination at the gravesite, and everything was black for the cameras. The jabbering journalists had to continue their small talk while the cameras displayed the darkness, a fitting symbol of Ted's soul.
This couple satirized the Titanic artist shouting into the ear of his girlfriend (who soon let him sink with watery groan - unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown), "I'm the king of the world!" She also tossed an enormously expensive diamond necklace - The Heart of the Ocean - into the ocean. No lady is that foolish.
Wearing out a term like iconic is a clear sign that we are giving up ideas and the vocabulary that goes with our thoughts.
The simpletons who gave up the King James Version, because it was too difficult for them, moved on to produce a hurricane of bad Biblical paraphrases changing constantly, even between official new editions.
More will be said in the Trinity 5 sermon.
