Every Rhino is on the move, sashaying to some unforeseen spot where We will each establish our own Rhinotude.
Why not enjoy the outing, right?
There are situations in which the average Rhino is stumped. This is somewhat explained by inexperience, in, say, the laundry. We ourselves have nothing to wash but ourselves.
So when called in to delve into ‘the other sock’, We are unequal to the task.
Part of the problem is that Rhinos do not understand the need of socks in the first place. You can’t eat one.
Rhinos have many Natural Advantages. One of them is our ability to Appreciate and Admire things without any idea of owning them.
Once We get a firm hold on the Idea and Essence of a thing, it is with Us always.
So Rhinos are spared the need of hat boxes. Now if that isn’t a Natural Advantage, what is?!?
Rhinos don’t do many self portraits. (You may have already suspected that.) We lack equipment.
However, the Primary Reason is that We are in a constant state of development, of subtle change of line and tonality, expression and scent, awareness and attitude. No matter when you grab Us, We are Works in Progress. First to Last.
This perpetual realignment is not a Rhino Problem. We would have no place to put a picture if We had one.
Rhinos are discrete, usually. As discrete as Big Critters can be. We follow our paths, We attend to business, We celebrate our natural gifts, of which there plenty.
But though We are in top form, enjoying things to the max, Rhinos are not easy to read. Especially if you look alone. With a functioning nose, anybody could tell our mood and mindset.
That is why Rhinos are characterized as Enigmatic Beasts. For casual viewers it’s hard to tell just where We stand, except in the ” one is over there” sense.
January 29, 1845 Mr. Edgar Allan Poe published his poem, “The Raven”. It has been popular ever since, all weird and churning with foreboding. Mr. Poe is a Rhino favorite.
The quote provided is stimulating to Us Rhinos. We are not sure it is possible for Rhinos to lose something We have trouble defining or locating.
We probably have Minds, at least We assume so. But don’t ask Us to point to where they are kept.
Connecticut became a state on January 9, 1788- one of the first thirteen (which comes after 3 and before a thousand.)
Connecticut has always had a high standard of civilized behavior, and was the first state to impose a speed limit for automobiles. That was in 1901.
Every craze starts somewhere, as any Rhino would tell you. Why not Connecticut?