All eyes were on the man as he scribbled in quick jerks over the whiteboard. He turned around and repeated the words slowly.

“Sometimes the most undesirable things in life are what we desire. Love as we know it, our beautiful love, is conditional in all its ways. There is no justice on this earth, and a pseudo-justice is only evident from within the subterranean places of human beings, having been placed there by the factors of an unjustified life. This then turns justice and morality into an ambiguity of misconstrued, fabricated human emotion.”

The chalk rolled a few centimetres along the tilted table after he placed it down.

“That’s all for today.”

A paper plane flew into the door after the professor walked out, and crumpled its nose. Someone giggled.

I just got up and walked out as well.