Lucky duck

I love Roger Ebert. He's been in the news a lot lately, at least in my left-wing liberal news-a Fresh Air podcast and this article. The title of this post refers to how I feel about the article's author. (I also liked reading about the author's feelings. Three cheers for sensitive, overly-emotional types!)

I read a bit of the Q&A with Roger Ebert that accompanied the piece, and ended up on his blog, where he'd written a long post about how he wasn't really so sad that he couldn't eat anymore.

I had been looking at pictures of Ebert and feeling a deep sadness for him. The loss of his lower jaw has made him look incredibly vulnerable and soft. But I've come to the conclusion that what I'm really seeing is a person who is wholly himself. That softness is what we all have behind whatever we cloak ourselves in to get through the day, falsely believing we're protecting ourselves. It's God. And I like it.