The day for judgment had come.  After ten years of learning, my students of philosophy had been reduced to a mere three men.  As I handed out the scrolls, each man's silent face told a tale of fear.  If they did not overcome this last task, a decade of their lives would have been in vain.  Each placed in a different room, with quill, ink, and an excess of parchment at their disposal, my pupils would have to answer but one question;  What is Courage? 
 
Not a single minute had passed, when one of my students was standing before me in my study -a blank look on his face.  He calmly handed me his scroll, and promptly left before I could even break his seal.  How could one so calmly give away the last ten years of their life in one brief moment, without even the slightest emotion in their eyes?  I slowly unrolling his answer, only to have my own question greet me.  He had not even attempted an answer, he only returned the scroll I placed in his hand.  He excepted failure without a second thought, and -what's this?  There was indeed an answer!  I tugged on the scroll only to be completely astounded by a two word reply to my question that read, "This is."