Treasure Island

Anthony Cavuoti


A collative distortion gone mad,


When you love, when you give because you want to, not because you have to, that is love; that is real, its distortion is ego. The ego is a construct born from our immature but vital depths, a collative distortion gone mad, it needs to be updated, it is no more the center of us than the earth is the center of our solar system, if you do not swear by it and our collative ways of overly identifying with it and exploiting yours and others you will be banished as a heretic.

Submitted: Sunday, May 26, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 06, 2013

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