May 05, 2009 19:18
Christianity supplies a Hell for the people who disagree with you and a Heaven for your friends.
Elbert Hubbard
Die, v.: To stop sinning suddenly.
Elbert Hubbard
He was born in the 1800s in Bloomington, Illinois, a city in which I spent some of my favorite weeks each summer of my adolescence, visiting my cousins. Late in his life he wrote about an incident that occurred on the Titanic. Apparently a woman, rather than go into a lifeboat and be separated for her husband grabbed some officer's gun and shot her husband. Hubbard wrote stirringly about this couple, who chose to die together, praising them for they knew how to do three things: To live, to love, and to die.
Less than three years later Hubbard and his wife were on the Lusitania. A relative's account indicates that the couple did not join him in jumping off into the water. Hubbard's wife shrugged, more or less, and stood there on the deck. She said, "What is there to do?" In full acceptance of her fate. Then Elbert Hubbard turned away from this relative, his arm around his wife, and they stepped into a room on that deck, presumably choosing to die together.
Fascinating bugger, this Elbert Hubbard.
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