Drums. Never. Stop
(This one is for my fellow musicians)
So a man is on his private jet when suddenly they begin to go down. The pilots begin to look for a place to land and see an island off to their right. So they bank right and crash into the island. The pilots die, but the man is left with only minor scrapes and bruises. As he wanders in a daze, he can’t comprehend much except for the fact he hears drums continuously playing. He stumbles off until he notices a mud hut with its owner outside. He goes up to him.
Man: I’m sorry to bother you but why are their drums playing?
Owner: They always play. Never stop.
Man: Well why don’t they ever stop?
Owner: If drums stop, bad things happen. Very bad things. If you want to know story, go to Keeper of Wisdom. He tell all.
The man decides he’s going to search for the Keeper of Wisdom and ask him what happens, and as he’s walking he notices a woman carrying a basket walking on the side of the trail.
Man: Surely you know why there are drums playing.
The woman’s eyes widen
Woman: Yes. Drums. Never stop. Bad things happen when drums stop.
Man: Yes I know bad things happen, but what are the bad things that happen?
Woman: If must know. Go up hill to North. Keeper of Wisdom is there. He tell you.
Man: O…kay… thanks.
The man is baffled yet decides to go on a trek to the top of the mountain to the north, finding his direction purely by how the sun was setting and how the North Star was placed in the sky. He climbs up all night, with only his bare hands and only eating snacks he salvaged from the plane and water from a running stream. All of this is going on, and in the background the drums are playing. They never stop. Once day breaks, he sees he’s close to the top of the mountain. He uses his last night of energy and gets to the top of the hill, where he sees a very old and fragile man meditating on a stone. He knows right away this is the Keeper of Wisdom.
Man: Umm… e-excuse me, sir?
The Keeper of Wisdom looks up from his meditation and gives out a deep yet soothing, “yes?”
Man: I’ve just come from an overnight journey to see you, I must ask you a question.
Keeper: Oh? Well then. You may ask question.
Man: I crashed here yesterday and ever since I’ve gotten here there’s been drums that never stop. Why don’t they ever stop?
Keeper: Bad things happen. Very bad things.
Man: Like what, sir?
The keeper has a scared look on his face as he looks deeply at the man. He then replies: