I can think of three popular ideas about what God actually looks like: the bearded man wearing a white robe who sits on a cloud deciding when to make earthquakes and who sometimes shows up in a burning bush; George Burns in “Oh God!” and, long before he actually played God in “Bruce Almighty,” many of us believed that when we left this mortal coil it would indeed be the voice of Morgan Freeman welcoming us to the afterlife. But I’m of the very tiny minority that believes that when God speaks, he sounds just like David Rakoff did. (via David Rakoff and the Voice of God – The Arty Semite – Forward.com)
Amen, may he rest in peace. He faced his certain death with a fearlessness and joie de vivre that most of us could not imagine, let alone achieve. I have immense respect for him as a writer and a human being… Thanks for the inspiration and the laughs, always the laughs.
And I was happy to see that he made it to his perfect age:
On why he thought his perfect age would be 47-53
“One no longer has to worry about certain things [at that age]. … You can be sort of comfortable in your skin, even as your skin is rattled and ravaged and sun-damaged, and you no longer have to sort of explain things about yourself, and you no longer have to make excuses for yourself. And I think a certain kind of wisdom has kicked in for everybody, and people, I think, are a lot more accepting of the world and their place in it.”