Rhinos are always chockablock with helping hands. Sometimes they are Guides, sometimes R Lore authorities, sometimes R Vibrancies. No matter which way We turn, there is a gang of well-wishers, doing whatever they can for the Home Team.
Sometimes it’s hard to be grateful enough.
We are seldom ill, but We do waver, now and again. No pharmacies in the Wild, so our communication skills with plants are essential. We stagger forth, searching for just the right thing, and with time and luck, a plant will volunteer to help Us out.
And now you know most of what you need to about medicine as it is practiced where We live.
Where you live, matters seem more ornate. But what do We know?
We admit that We are somewhat Critical. Part of that is Rampant Curiosity, part is Meticulous Observation, and part is Applied Experience. There are many other parts, but these will do for now.
Being insightful is not easy on Us. We see so much, and add up the clues with frightening acuity. We cannot count effectively, but We can do the math.
That said, the subject of our most aggressive examination is Our Inner Rhino. Each of Us has to come to grips with what is Outstanding, and that which Needs Improvement. We cannot fix any other critter, but We can pay close attention to our own little ways.
It can be trying, this need to pursue Perfection. But We would be skimping on our duty to leave it to somebody else. Nobody else has been given the same gifts each of Us has, Rhinos included.
No free rides in the Wild.
First day of Spring! We Effervesce.
We do wish We had tighter control over the mental systems that determine our focus. Given how much We need to consider, moment by moment as well as on a Grander Scale, our wiring is challenged, yes it is. We think of this, then that, then this again (from a new angle) or possibly thing #3, or #76 (numbers!?!).
Somewhere inside Us, Somebody has a thumb on the channel changer, and does not seem to have much patience between flipping stations. If We were clear on Who is in there clicking away, We would address that Whoever and say, “Get a grip!”.
Ah, but would Who listen?
As We’ve said, primary communications are olfactory in Rhinodom. We can be put into a frenzy by a single invisible thread of scent. The cocktail of scent which We imbibe with each inhalation keeps Us on a perpetual plain of cosmic delectation, just on a daily basis.
When a gal Rhino wants to “get intimate”, she sends out signals to which all nearby guy Rhinos respond, at the gallop. She does not decide to send these invitations; her body does it all on its own. Nature at work through Chemistry.
This is a very powerful signal system. Motherhood, which is the end result of this process, is a three-year commitment, minimum, especially when you count the 15 month pregnancy (which each mother certainly does).
When guy Rhinos get this singular message from a gal Rhino, all sense, proportion, and restraint are short-circuited. A switch is flipped internally which has but one goal (!). Every fiber of the psyche is put at the disposal of the libido.
While that state may sound like fun, there are pitfalls associated with it. The most important is, that although there may be a line of suitors, only one guy is going to perform. All the suitors are crazed, not standing patiently in line for an interview. You may well imagine how exciting things can get. And your imaginings are likely to fall short of the actuality.
Life in the Wild is so named because things get pretty Wild. Many suitors limp away from the altercation. In truth, so may both the bride and groom.
As detailed on Feb.10, there are many internal weigh stations for appraising vegetable matter as it moves along its path. Tweaking is the name of the game, played by Master Technicians.
Pictured is such a checkpoint. Small staff, but essential in its efficiency and dedication. Each Substation communicates with its fellow internal pivot points. Together, their goal is a perfect Expression of Us. Just who all these staff members are is unclear to Us still. Gives you a good idea of how 50 million years are insufficient for grasping many of Nature’s mysteries. Or maybe all of Nature’s mysteries.
It makes Us feel good, knowing that our understanding is inconsequential. Curiosity is all very well, but does not define Time or Space or lima beans. Nature has, and has always had, the reins.
Our job is to go forth, skipping when possible.
Each and Every Rhino has a distinctive scent. We smell like Us at birth. We are known to one another by scent, mother-to-tot, tot-to-mom, mano-a-mano, BFFs, neighbors, etc., etc.
We take in vegetable matter, and through a surprising transformation, it is converted into poop. Not just any poop however, but highly individualized poop. All the time the food is inside, different Teams are manipulating matters so that when it comes out, any Rhino would know it was your poop and yours alone.
Each of Us produces a daily poop diary. Each of the stars on the chart represents a check-point where the Team takes action, improving the product, based on a host of variables. The Team orchestrates our scentformation, detailing our health, our mindset, and a raft of other particulars. You name the characteristic, it has its unique bouquet.
Flabbergasting, this Team. HOW DO THEY DO IT?!?
The answer is: Genius!
We eat grass. Marvelous what comes from that humble occupation, right?
Just plain Astounded, that’s Us!
Your Inner Rhino 