Punctuality would be of interest if We could tell time. We can’t count. Also, none of Us owns a time piece.
It follows that We don’t make appointments with one another. Why invent a social commitment down the road? We need freedom to follow our stars. It will all work out; We’ll run into one another when We do.
Simplicity itself.
We are aware that you may think of Us as prim or starchy, perhaps a wee bit stately. Our serene exteriors are easily misinterpreted.
Such qualities would imply an internal regimentation which would preclude our Artistic Core from breathing free. We must be comfortable with our Potential, shifting our rhythms, caroling our centers, and perfuming our hours.
So, that placid façade reflects only a tip of the R Iceberg. Get downwind of Us, and a panoply of revelations will make themselves available to you. We promise.
Order is really a myth, an idea that is applied to the eccentricities of Chaos. If Nature had intended things to come in neat rows, that’s how they would be. But is that how they are, anywhere?
No. Haphazard and unpredictable is the style that suits Nature. Security and stability are just illusions. Nothing and Nobody has a beginning or ending disconnected from the rest of Nature.
That’s what makes “Alice in Wonderland” so brilliant. Alice’ adventures entice her toward madness, but she determines what’s what for herself. She does not back away; Alice embraces her own curiosity. If her experiences are a dream, she is the dreamer.
Obviously Alice is a girl in touch with her Inner Rhino.
Thigh-slappers Unite!
First day of Spring! We Effervesce.
Rhinos are not superstitious, mostly.
Julius Caesar was assassinated on the Ides of March (today, the 15th), some time ago. The idea makes some people nervous. Now if We were to go about condemning dates for abrupt Rhino departures, each of Us would be a big tottering Wet Mess.
How to avoid the Pitfalls of Fate is anybody’s guess. If Disaster is just lurking somewhere for you anyway, why fret about it?
Life is made up of events, some joyous, some less so. Why saddle your mind with dread, especially if it accomplishes nothing? Better to go shopping for a new toga.
Some places are having Daylight Saving Time. Congratulations to them, We guess. But what it is and how it works is perplexing. It may just end up being a mystery which does not yield to our cogitations. How something can be then and now at once doesn’t seem natural.
In Asia and Africa (where We live), nobody has this peculiar tradition today. It has been tried, but why it was then and why it isn’t now, well don’t ask Us.
Here is a good question: who is keeping Nightlight Savings? Hmmmmm? Ask yourself that.
YourInnerRhino.com is not afraid to tackle thorny issues, as you can see.
Methuselah lived to be 969 years old, which is a human record, We are told. (This picture is Us pretending to be Methuselah.)
Counting may seem natural, but that’s only because somebody believes in it. Rhinos don’t discount it, heh heh, but then We don’t find numbers convincing. What’s the difference between a hundred and a thousand? Spelling.
One thing We can tell you is that a While Ago and before that, many critters lived scads of time, much more than today. Methuselah would just have been one of the crowd Back When. How We know this is Inscrutable, so don’t badger Us about it. As far as We can recall, We used to live a few thousand years at a crack.
It stands to reason: without a thousand years, how could We pack so much delight into one lifetime? Your Inner Rhino: Logic triumphs again!
While We have your attention, No, We do not grow beards, so We had to use a fake one. But We do have hair here and there. We are mammals, and proud of it, though what advantage mammals have over any other critter, We don’t know.
Progress will be when We don’t care.
We do wish We had tighter control over the mental systems that determine our focus. Given how much We need to consider, moment by moment as well as on a Grander Scale, our wiring is challenged, yes it is. We think of this, then that, then this again (from a new angle) or possibly thing #3, or #76 (numbers!?!).
Somewhere inside Us, Somebody has a thumb on the channel changer, and does not seem to have much patience between flipping stations. If We were clear on Who is in there clicking away, We would address that Whoever and say, “Get a grip!”.
Ah, but would Who listen?
The only domestic situations We know about (first hand) are Mom & Tot. As the Tot starts the odyssey from Tothood to Youthhood-and-Beyond, things can get confusing. Mom’s authority is brought into question. Independence is always the result of lengthy negotiation on a two-way street.
The Youngster, seeking breathing space, can become obstreperous, also a pain in the neck. For some reason there is limited pleasure to be had from having one’s errors constantly addressed.
The resolution of these frictions almost always involves a lot of Harrumphing for both parties. Dramatic body-language solutions come into play. In the Wild, there are no doors to slam, so kicking up grass and snorting must substitute.
Fortunately, being vegetarians, Nature already made our teeth for grinding, if you see what We mean.
(see December 8, 2014)
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