Coronation: (n) the ceremony of crowning a king, queen, or other sovereign.
In an age of the release of information so quickly that it is impossible to ascertain its veracity, and a populous that has become so starved for the bizarre, the unbecoming and the naughty that the appetite seems to be endless, we just might be in need of having a coronation of certain values, ideas, hopes, dreams and freedoms. Otherwise we begin to question aspects of our lives which no longer require challenging, but still, could well use some practicing.
For instance, it’s impossible to do away with lying unless we’re willing to admit that truth really does make one free.
It would be completely implausible to reject the coarse immorality of the human animal unless we became convinced that we are all constantly taking our minds for a walk through the gutter.
And unless we spoofed—dare I say, mocked?—the idea of kindness—making sure that in every television show and nearly every movie, that those who pursue such a path are bludgeoned to death by some perpetrator—how could we explain our profile of being curt and uncaring?
Somewhere along the line, we have convinced ourselves that human beings are jungle creatures, rather than having now emerged from the jungle.
There is a difference, you know.
Case in point: I will not tolerate my family dog getting hungry in the middle of the night and reverting back to being a wolf, eating my newborn baby. I request of my live-in pet that it step away from such instincts and tendencies.
I certainly will not be pleased if my previously promiscuous spouse arises from her bed and goes out and sells herself on the street for an hour, insisting that she had “lapsed” into former evolutionary predilections.
It is a great joy to be a human being, but it also comes with responsibility.
It requires that we maintain a “kingly and queenly” approach to portions of life that are sacred, holy, beautiful and certainly worthy of coronation.