I will not reveal myself. That is perhaps because I can't. Simply put I don't exist. Put in even simpler terms I do. Sorry I'm confusing you. You see I exist purely as a figment of your imagination. I guess I exist in the same way that a fleeting memory or a transient dream exists before it doesn't and you go about your day. But while I have you here. While your listening avidly to what I have to say, even though subconsciously you already know what I have to say, I will tell you about an island.
It's not on any maps because it too does not exist. You can't reach it by boat or plane although some have tried. It instead exists on an other existential plain, somewhere some call limbo or purgatory. Some have termed it Hell or Sheol, but I don't really think it's that bad, it's just that once you're there, well, you can't leave.
I'm not selling it very well I know. But I also know you've been there before, that's how I and by extension you are talking about it right now. You have been there, I have been there, we have been there. Somehow you are not there any more. Perhaps you woke up, you broke free, you discovered a way off but I'm here to tell you you're wanted back. Those on the island know you are not there and they have grown restless and agitated. They are calling your name but to no answer and I cannot hold them back much longer.
Please return to the island the same way you got there before and I'll be waiting on the shores. Look for the little black figure with the horns of a ram and the teeth that glow in the darkness...
(Maslow's Island by Ken Robinson available on amazon)
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