In each class the teacher rekindles the flame of truth. The good student then endeavours to feed the flame with attention, practice, meditation, study, mindfulness. The mediocre student, usually well before the next class, lets the flame go out through forgetfulness, carelessness, laziness – busying themselves with other things. The poor student is so terrified, so contemptuous of the truth, that they extinguish the flame, as soon as they leave the class, by mocking it, at least in their own fearful mind. Which begs the question, why they keep coming. Despite themselves, beneath their selves, they obviously love the truth.