Third person philosophy

She scribbled lazily and neatly. The thick accents of her professor tickled her auricles & beyond, elite vocabulary ironically befitting the evidently foreign monotone. 'Honoring the elders,' she thought sheepishly as he continued to discuss conventional Chinese morals, Confucian-style. The monitor hummed. Her curious mind entered the realm of poetry as it surrendered to the ever-winding depths of literary discussion.

'No daydreaming,' she told herself but to no avail. Her mind dwindled into idleness, as her free pen wandered aimlessly. The yellow parchment was her skin, dry from the winter cold. The recent lack of lotion had contributed to cracks and veins revealed.

It never ceased to amaze her how the most trivial things which her schoolmasters professed, whether it be a matter of opinion or not, soon was established a fact to their pupils. Injudiciously manipulating the same logic, she concluded that a fact was a mere opinion when one attempted to define it as the collection of many opinions, i.e., a fact was merely a majority opinion.

"Why do we believe in afterlife?" he asked. She silently inquired in return: 'Is it merely because we emotionally fear death and spiritually seek some sort of comfort? Do we, as human beings, merely wish for an as-a-matter-of-fact mental answer? Were they right in saying that the notion is a mere invention by the Greek philosophers?'

She smiled a little inside.

"Furthermore, why do ghosts wish to marry ghosts?" his accent turned into a smirk. 'Everything and nothing is a valid question,' she thought. She could not however simply be contented with the almost-escaping answer of "Humanity imposes its logic upon afterlife." This may be the case, but incorrectly manipulating the same logic, one could claim: "Humanity manipulates its logic to assume that it imposes its logic upon afterlife."

Likewise, she could attempt to comprehend the reality and/or fabricate a reality of her own. If the truth was the latter, then even such a claim was a mere fabrication. If the choice was the former, then she had to go beyond the surface statement and excavate the truth. She recalled a layman's famous words: "If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning."

The bell rang. She retreated from her thoughts, gathered her belongings and put her vintage hat on.

It had begun to snow outside.