It's just a daydream. I see a hundred people standing over their drums, gathered in a circle on a mountain meadow, miles from cities and roads. The drums are big, tympanic instruments, with voices deep and loud. They begin to bounce their mallets on these drums, and within a short time, they have entrained on a single rhythmic pulse. The sound vibrates the air, the trees, the clouds. The vibrations expand to the highways and the cities. People walking on the sidewalks become aware of a feeling,…
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Posted on May 18, 2009 at 12:56pm — Comments