they can see that the teacher eats it up. like you do with so many books, love the idea and then do nothing with it, because the next shiny object comes past. we needed a dedicated place with no foot traffic and no windows. he would party, spend, and try to convince himself of his happiness. my husband though, he was using this body wash more than me for a while. i relate to it based on where inspiration takes me and how imagination forms the presence of that place. 