The people with no courage were easy to identify. They were the loudest, but they were the weakest and the whinyest. They showed their ass over and over. Without end. Buttholes, basically.
They stuttered cliches and spit when they talked. They denounced pigment color and hated men for some reason. Even the men with no courage hated men, a twisted mind fuck if there ever was one. So twisted, people everywhere started cutting off their private parts at a record pace. Even worse, licensed doctors actually did the cutting.
"Whatever," I said, "And nevermind, too." Nirvana is in your own mind. Your own thinking is enough, courage follows conviction and conviction is created by knowing. Courage is handling the truth. You knows what you knows, light's a cold blooded truth teller.
