The child sees his future life and all its accoutrements flash before him – the burgers, the waffles, the fancy cars, the pickle jars, Johnnie Walker bottles, the shoes expensivo, the Fred Perry items and much more. He is in a state of daze, pondering in awe. But the grim reality is there are also jars of medicine in the background, unequivocal signs of old age, deterioration, decline. All on a muddy path of quicksand. It’s a somber reflexion posted to us by the great Connodo, and we ought to listen before it’s too late.