Today We Rhinos sing the praises of Pfeffernusse, a small German-Danish-Dutch spice cookie, often dipped in powdered sugar. This is the official day for it, We are told.
Try them; you’ll like them. Sehr lecker!*
*very tasty. ‘Your Inner Rhino’, dealing with linguistic barriers.
It should be obvious that Rhino Minds are not oriented toward Things, since We cannot own them, or transport them, or do anything much beyond eating them, when advisable.
That does not mean that We are disinterested in Mood Rocks. We like the idea of them, but have to let it go at that. Intellectual Curiosity, they call it.
Certainly saves on Clutter, that’s for sure.
Today has been National Maple Sugar Day. For those of you Readers who live near a maple tree, you are in luck. If you ‘tap’ the tree, the sugary sap drips out into a bucket, assuming you put one where the bucket needs to go. Then you decide what you want to do with it.
That said, sugar is a component of a great many plants, so all is not lost, if you happen to be “maple challenged”. Rhinos know; maples don’t grow where We live either.
Nature provides, everywhere you look.
‘Tasty’ conventionally refers to Flavor Appreciation. Rhinos are as susceptible as any other Critter to a good time in our mouths.
But given our Rhino Discernment in so many fields of interest, We often think of ourselves as Tasty, as in typified by Taste.
RhinoTaste; so much more Flavorful than Tasteful.
We Rhinos are Scent Oriented, as you may know. If a picture is worth 1,000 words, then a sniff is worth ten million. That’s a modest estimate, since Rhinos can’t count.
Each of Us comes with a unique Essence, an invisible Aura that informs all comers. We ooze Mystique.
This Gift is a burden, but with time Rhinos get used to it. We are a Robust Species.
It’s pretty common to want to control other folks, getting them to help Us Rhinos get happy. We all assume We know best what it would take to achieve our sense of well-being, and then enlist them to help Us.
What would be great is if We could each pull our own strings with such authority.
Rhinos are always being asked if We know Everything there is to know. We respond with gentle smiles, and admit that there are probably things that We don’t know, and are unlikely to learn.
That way, if and when somebody discovers something We don’t know, however unlikely that would be, We can murmur, “Told you so.”
(The Presumption here is ‘Everything of Interest‘.)
Rhinos are fine at wading, wallowing, and dipping ourselves in Water. A fine time for one and all. Hooray and Tee Hee.
But Rhinos are keenly sensitive to our own limitations, and merriment on the High Seas is one such limitation. A lesson learned by our ancestors, and kept alive in lore and legend. Sloshing to and fro, lurching and reeling at Neptune’s Whim.
We get Queasy. Which is a nice way of saying, “No, thank you.”
It often takes a while to learn that each unexpected Item a Rhino may encounter does not demand an Insightful Evaluation from that Rhino.
Most of the time, our energies are better spent casing the fields for a radish, or whatever. A case of Minding Our Own Business.
With time, We may even get over ourselves.
So here is ‘Your Inner Rhino’, getting back into Gear, after some mild revelry.
We are always pleased to hear from our Readers, so Thank You All.
Yabba Dabba Doo.
Your Inner Rhino 