Once upon a time some years ago, probably nine or so, I sat in my institute class like a good girl and listened to the lesson. Our instructor presented to us the picture of Christ at the door.
"What sorts of symbolic things do you see here?"
"There's no doorknob!" one particularly astute student said as if he, or anyone else in the room, had never seen the fucking picture before let alone was ever involved in a discussion about it. A million times over.
"That's right, what do you think that means?"
Blahblahblah. I raised my hand. "Christ is wearing red, symbolic of power."
His face sobered. "Now let's be careful with that, Lisa."