The Primate Apostles

Mad Max and his primate apostles were playing a gig down at the beach at the edge of the world. They’d been playing for just over six hours and even the lion heart was beginning to wish they would stop and take a break when Max ended a drum solo with
“Right that’s enough,” he trotted out from behind his drum set shook hands with the apes, gorillas, monkeys and chimpanzees that made up the 40 piece drum only band and headed into The River Water House.
Inside he got a tall lemonade and ran into Sir Wallace Aurthur Grey.
Mad Max was happy and excited and tired: the way musicians are after a good gig. “Hey lets go play ‘Plato and Aristotle’ or something, after all that racket a bit of silence couldn’t hurt anything.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know; I’ll go sit on a rock and not come back until I have something to say that’s important. Or you can start--it doesn’t matter. Servant, master, student, teacher...it’s all the same. We can have The Lion Heart judge!”
Sir Wallace Aurthur Grey laughed and having nothing better to do agreed.
These games take time.
The Lion Heart reluctantly agreed to referee.
They chose a particular rock at the water's edge and Sir Wallace Aurthur Grey went first. Sir Wallace Aurthur Grey sat out there for close to three days and came back with “There are no ordinary moments.”
Mad Max made a sound like a disqualifying buzzer “Anghng! That’s plagiarism. And we all already know that: point for me.”
“No fair that was a good one.”
“Yeah but it’s not new.”
“You didn’t say it had to be new, just important.”
The Lion Heart interrupted, “No points for either of you. You can go again or let Max.”
Sir Wallace Aurthur Grey let Max go.
Max sat out there for about twenty hours then came back with “If you would know anything know self.”
“That’s not bad but it’s not a point...”
“I know: I got hungry. You go, I’m getting a bite.”
Sir Wallace Aurthur Grey sat out there for two days straight. When he came back he didn’t say anything but wrote in the sand with a stick:
‘AL(L)ONE’
Max took the stick and wrote ‘At One Ment’ then wrote ‘atonement.’ “We’re never going to score a point are we...?”
They played for six more months and no one got a point.
They play like that every now and then. Although they really enjoy it, it’s almost always pointless.