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Rhinos enjoy such a turbulent variety of Mental States that We can’t always define the line between Imagination and Premonition. Our History is top-heavy with Forebodings and Vibrations, many of which turned out to be Useful. Or at least Entertaining.

In action, these Signs strike, like an Accident, with speed and precious little warning. We are in Mental State #A, and then, WHACK, We are in Mental State #J.

Being Rhinos, We take whatever is delivered, and are glad to get hold of it. Yet another excellent and practical Rhino Policy.

Dreamland

Rhinos have unusual sleep patterns; none of this 8 hours a night business. We just go to sleep when We are saggy, and fidget forth when We are awake.

Also, We have other mental states, where the edges are fuzzy. Sometimes We are Asleep-ish, or Awake-ish, though the states are not identical.

Or Hypnotize-ish. Though just how that works is hard to recall, for the most part. Rhinos are pretty Suggestible.

In Particular

“Some limbs and a horn or two do not a Rhinoceros make.”

No two Rhinos are truly the same, however similar We may look. We have things that make Us recognizable, but ultimately We are utterly distinct. Each of Us is made Unique by the combination of Essence, Training, Experience, and Time. Same-ish perhaps, but no two the same.

It probably matters who is reviewing matters. And why.

Moving Forward

Sometimes a good Friend is not available to chum around with. But Rhinos have to be philosophical about the missing playmate.

We concentrate on the energies and uplifts that Friendship has provided, and surf forward, riding the wave of that Friendly Goodness and Encouragement.

There’s no reason to suppose We Rhinos are not fully rooting for Friends, absent or present. Time has nothing much to do with it.

Knock, Knock. Who’s there?

We Rhinos don’t have names as our Readers do. It is not a system which would work for Us, or give each of Us the distinguishing qualities We insist on.

Of course, We know one another by Scent, a series of sensations with so many varying levels that mere words could not pinpoint any one of them. Like a swirling ball of Impressions, Reference points, and Intimations. A Symphony played upon a harp, each glissando setting off its own meaningful ripples.

Rhinos are Natural Works of Art, each in a Gallery all our own.

Strutting our stuff, subtly

We Rhinos are sometimes spoken of as having a little too much Pizzazz, a syncopated Rhythm to our stride, an air that’s Borderline.

At some level We blush; folks are almost too kind. However, please do not imagine Rhinos get up in the morning, thinking “Ah, let’s Impress the Public.”

It’s just a Natural Gift. We are grateful for it, but it is a Natural Responsibility which no Rhino can shirk. We sashay onward.