Cowards!

I have recently come to the conclusion that only cowards travel the world and get to know different cultures. Utter cowards who are unwilling to look the grit of life in the eye and realize that in that eye there is nothing but the cold indifference of nature. Life wants to consume your soul at its lowliest point, life doesn't want to you die on the top of a mountain, screaming about how beautiful the sunset is, with a bunch of birds flying away from behind you. Some of you might be saying right now "what do you mean life wants to consume you? Don't you mean death wants to consume you?" No I do not mean that! I have enough literary skills to know that word selection is the one thing that separates man from monkey-on-typewriter. Life tries and tries to kill you, it is death's job to clean up the trash. Life is what sends shit your way, death just changes the diapers. Death is a small mexican woman who cleans up the hotel room, life is the shitty rock band that drinks Jack Daniels and trashes that motherfucker. Trying to expand your mind by reading books or smoking bad tobacco with some toothless Cambodian grandma doesn't get you shit for ammunition in the war you are fighting every day against the calm, collected assassin that is nature, life, the universe! What if a meteor is headed here right this second? What is some hag in native dress going to do to help you? She'll do what everyone else will do, point at the sky and stare like an ape. Don't go out like that! Be the ape in 2001: A Space Odyssey that picks up a bone and starts to wreck shop. If that meteor comes (that metaphorical meteor; that meteor that resides both externally and internally in every man/woman/ape's life) then you have to be prepared to blow that shit out the sky with our modern bones, the structural framework of modern society. I am speaking of missiles!