A person who is sitting in the corner of the class on the middle bench had a thought that the scene outside the window was beautiful, like the sky filled with sunlight and buildings standing tall on the ground. Suddenly, he approached the window; his class was on the third floor of the college. As he neared the window, his feelings changed drastically from admiration to fear of the height. He realized what caused this shift in thought. Was it the eyes? He pondered if the eyes were responsible for generating different types of thoughts. Perhaps if the eyes were absent, he could only perceive darkness. This realization made him wonder if he could confirm anything without relying on assumptions.
After a few minutes of daydreaming, when he should have been paying attention to the lecture, he reflected, "I am in my own world; it's all a game of my brain. Why does my brain play tricks on me? I don't understand why it ignores what it knows is wrong and repeats it. Maybe it's my mind, always wanting to escape. And I am foolish for always supporting it; it's all my fault, I am always..."
Again, he found himself lost in such silly dreams, once more distracted from the lecture. "Ha ha, this is our main protagonist in this book; he is a daydreamer. Do you understand why now? Ha ha..."