April has its merry pranks, all concentrated on Day #1. For the gullible Rhino, the day can seem long indeed.
It’s too good, or intriguing, or mesmerizing, or fattening to be true? Very possibly, yes.
On April 1, best to assume you are navigating The Danger Zone.
Plants play by a set of rules We Rhinos only imperfectly grasp. They seem to always agree with one another, at least as We understand things.
Plants are aggressive, certainly. Always on the move, cycling their capacities on some regular, inexplicable course, doing their thing. Give them an opportunity, and they are all over it, literally.
The good news is that they move slowly as a general rule. At least slower than We do, which is our main concern.
Sisyphus was an ancient Greek ruler who was just too slick for his own good. Eventually, Zeus condemned him to roll a rock up a hill for Eternity, the joke being that when the rock got near the top, it would roll back down, and the chore would be renewed. Forever.
Eternity is a long time, that’s what We Rhinos know. And We Rhinos have only been around for 50 million years.
The other lesson: If you must be irritating, keep a close eye on your audience.
If you loved the post on March 3 (and who wouldn’t?) here is another.
‘Your Inner Rhino’ helps our Readers keep their minds elastic.
You’re Welcome.
Ah, the old question, the Observer and the Observed, to Be or not to Be, on Wednesdays keep your nose clean, etc.
What We Rhinos find is that the curse of the Gallery is Expectation, the idea that a thing must have meaning, one We are comfortable with. Thus the Gallery Expedition is a confirmation, not a reevaluation or exposition. Comfortable but not Stimulating.
The same curse is potent when dealing with friends, foes, and circumstances. Rhinos Beware.
None of the Staff at ‘Your Inner Rhino‘ could recall the word “petrichor” when asked. After a little scrambling, We came up with the definition, and a delightful one it is.
Petrichor refers to the scent released when a first rain lands on stone or soil, the rich bouquet when the waters get delivered.
While We all appreciate the word, Rhinos marvel at the phenomenon.
We Rhinos were surprised to learn that there is a word for the Rhino Communications Systems: Kinesics. It means an expressive system, using no Words whatever. Rhinos, and many other critters, are adept at Kinesics.
We are good at practicing it, and good at reading it from others. All it takes is a little attention to detail, and We all know what We all are thinking and doing… or about to do.
Some do not associate Aromatics with Kinesics, but Rhinos can’t imagine why not. Maybe it’s an Official Oversight somewhere along the line?
A Rhino Practice, learned young and pursued off and on through life, is assessing one’s own performance on a range of topics.
Just like a Report Card. In this case, the Rhino in question is both the evaluator and the evaluated. Early on, Mom is likely to contribute to the process, but over time that contribution tapers off.
Mostly We get passing grades or better, but not always, sad to say. Ah, well.
Sometimes things get out of hand for Rhinos. We are moving forward, smoothly, and then, WHAM!. Not so much.
This is not a new phenomenon; We have dealt with it for millions of years, which is a long time.
We assume it is an exotic genetic dimension, whereby Rhinos cope, but with a lot of extra Tabasco. Surprise!
Though Rhinos are known for our Bravado, even We have our off days.
On those occasions, We wrap ourselves up in a hypothetical Security Blanket (or Bed Spread). Then things feel better.
Fantasy is our Friend.
Your Inner Rhino 