Rhinos naturally lose loved ones and teachers in the course of our time here. What becomes clear is that the essence of that companion has not gone anywhere. We are still sustained by that relationship. Death just rearranges our comprehension.

Wherever We go, each Rhino is carried along by the affection and compassion of those We have known. Their faith in Us gives Us faith in ourselves.

So We miss our friends, but they and their contribution to our lives never go away.

We have been informed that White Rhinos have the most widely spaced nostrils among land mammals. How this conclusion was reached, We cannot say. We suppose it was with a ruler or something.

We would like to say We wear these nostrils with pride, but We are content if they just do their job.

We wear the Whole Shebang with pride. And Gratitude.

It may not surprise you to see a Rhino reading a book about Rhinos. But from our point of view, the book is of limited value. We already know all that stuff. Too obvious.

Our Readers read books about humans, so many, it’s hard to avoid them. All different sorts of people, each with an exotic opinion, and finally it’s over. Rhinos can’t usually figure out how what happened happened. Why did things go that way, not this? The answer lies in secret ground rules.

We Rhinos must cheerfully admit that We will never know all about People. But We can say the same thing about Rhinos.

Rhinos focus on special events; We keep ourselves primed for the Remarkable. Clearly, each day can’t provide non-stop Fabulosities, but sometimes it comes close. Saving up our Energy makes it possible to go nuts when the next Thrill appears. Rhinos must conserve our Gusto.

We sometimes picture this like a necklace: each Event is a distinct & glamourous bead, and through these beads runs the string. The string is dull, partly to contrast with the beads, partly so We Rhinos don’t combust. We can only withstand so much Stimulation.

Shown is our state of mind in between engagements. We blink ourselves into a Neutral Spot, and pace ourselves. We get calm, We relax. Then when the next bead appears, Rhinos are fueled with Get-Up-and-Go!

In 1886 33 Geographers, Natural Scientists, World Travelers, Mathematicians, Archaeologists, and other worthy and recognized men decided to form an alliance. They would produce a journal to explain their findings, making them available to all learned folk. Science on parade.

They ratified their ambitious resolution on January 27, 1888, and the National Geographic Society was founded. An astounding vision these men shared, and their accomplishment stands today. Without it, how would people find out about Rhinos? We do what We can, but Rhinos admit more is always both possible and desireable.

So. Hooray for them, and the legacy they created together. Thank you.

During stray moments in our day, often near naptime, a Rhino will sense that the machinery is not clicking as it should. The gears could use a little something.

So that Rhino takes time to do a little mental dusting, lubing, and pampering.

Then things seem much better. Domestic Engineering at its finest.

Officially, We Rhinos know nothing about Chemistry. There must be a great many Chemistries inside each of Us, but how they function and interact is their business, not ours. We must simply hope We are programmed correctly, and let it go at that.

Nature must be good at planning Us, or We Rhinos would not be here to acknowledge Nature’s brilliance.

Our chart is probably not useful to Chemists. We just used ‘Rs’ for all the Chemistries, since it didn’t look legit without them. It is an excellent chart since it has so many colors.

Rhinos like surprises, though We are less fond of the Alarming sort of novelty than the delighful sort.

What is also a prime element of Surprises is who provided the surprise. We learn a lot about the mindset of the donor from what is in the box. These surprises reflect a lot about the relationship of the sender and the sendee.

Surprises are a relatively innocent form of Assault, all things considered.

Rhinos are all for Choices, but often We can’t decide what needs our Commitment most.

We have so much random Oomph careening around our systems, that We Rhumba and ChaCha and Samba in one big Tangle of Activity.

Betwixt and Between, when We aren’t One then We’re t’other. Mambo!

Rhinos know of the Passage of Time, but We are uncertain about how it occurs, and whether it adheres to any set game plan. Is Time consistent or does it lurch ahead of itself, or contrariwise, does it stop and appreciate itself for blocks of Time of indeterminate length? One Millenium or a herd of Millenia?

Who Knows? What Critter is in a position to analize the situation?

NO, Not Rhinos: Surprise! The Answer is: Nobody! And so, Take Your Time, say We.