I wish that earlier in life I had become suspicious of things that I like. Food, there are some items that I dearly love to munch down — crunchy, sweet, salty, fatty. Why do I like this stuff? Is it good for me? Is it good for the producer that engineered this to make me want to munch it all down in a sitting? For the producer, yes, and for me, maybe not so much. The same caution goes for things that I hear or read — and like. There are some wonderful-sounding messages flying about, but now I slow down and ask if these things are reasonable, attainable or merely bait to gain my support. Later will I discover that reality greatly diverges from what was told me? I have admitted that it is possible that I can be conned, hence my newly acquired caution. The better a message sounds, the more my brain moves to battle stations. So, I entreat all, be cautious about the things you like; examine them closely, and ask yourself, “Am I about to be conned?” Well, must go now, have to wash strange orange powder from my fingers and lips.