In the Wild, it does not matter what any of Us eat on a daily basis. What is for sure is that, however and whenever We end our days, We ourselves will be eaten. The Wild recycles what is left of Us, using it to benefit one and all.
Our Inner Rhino has already moved along in its own Natural Progression.
Quite a tidy system, one way and another.
One thing you can be sure about is, Rhinos don’t bake. We do not want anything to do with Fire. In the Wild, there is no romance to a fireside chat, just pervasive terror. No muffin on earth is worth the associated potential for catastrophe.
Muffins; We did without them for 55 million years.
Brussel sprouts: yummy.
Procrastination has its merits, one of which is not plunging ahead on projects which might, or might not, produce something desirable. Often an idea pops up, and We can take it more seriously than it warrants. We then get into a quagmire of activity which is destined for oblivion or disappointment.
Procrastination has many virtues, but the primary one is that while We blithely wiggle along, We are as likely as not to completely forget about the brilliant insight We cherished for a moment.
Thus We spend our time in a happy mental state, unfettered by a self-delusional involvement with Purpose.
Who are We to decide what truly matters or not? Guides know, We opine.
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 keep our ears peeled. Sometimes the tapping isn’t real loud.
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?
Nature is always on the go, and often, so are the parts of the world. You hear a rumble, and wherever you were has decided to take off on an adventure. Sometimes the trip is short, sometimes lengthy. No telling.
As illustrated, sometimes one part of the RFamily is split up, just like the landscape. Everybody just has to make the best of things. Whereas the whole family had a developed “look” when the rift occurred, it doesn’t mean that things will stay that way. In less than no time, both sections of the family may morph. Communities have a way of transforming that can take our breath away. Adaptation: your Inner Rhino is flexible, but not predictable. Same thing with your Outer Rhino!
Pretty neat, when you think about it.
By the way, bear in mind that in the picture, there is no telling which part of the landscape has set sail. One of those point-of-view puzzlers.
It comes to our attention daily that Luck is a factor in how things go. Good things, bad things, they happen to Us, but not in equal doses. Us, as in all of Us.
Luck is what We call that unknown element that determines what happens to whom when. Events are not judgments on the wicked or incompetent. Nor are they bestowed on the deserving. Experience is just that, Experience.
We do not understand. That is not within our sphere of comprehension, right?
When confronting Fate, We are all mute.
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.
Life involves many small disasters and misunderstandings; the odds of doing brilliantly in a given situation are not outstanding. Too many variables and unknowns lurking in the margins. And half the time We are looking in the wrong direction to begin with. The Woops Factor.
The Big Task is keeping a cheerful mindset, moving forward as best We can. Each minor mess will get corrected shortly, so why flip out?
We figure We will be able to tell the difference between a mistake and the End of the World.
Your Inner Rhino 