Rhinos are Naturally suited to live in the Wild. The Wild is all set to answer our needs, and We do what We can to keep the Wilds delightful. It’s a responsibility Rhinos shoulder with vigor and panache.
For those who only visit the Wild once in a while, We point out that those of Us who live here like our Wild just the way it is. Surprise visits can go badly, especially if the Visited is able to damage the Visitor.
To you, it’s just a camera; to Us it’s a threat. Good Intentions don’t count.
Rhinos find that in the Wild a pinch of suspicion has things to recommend it. For that reason, We do not ignore signs of Irregularity. We pay attention. We suspect.
Usually, the Clue We noted turns out to be Nothing at all.
Ah, but then We ask, what if it was Something at all?! Then what?
Rhinos don’t pretend to know just what is going on from moment to moment, which is good, since that’s the Truth. Normal is composed of Betwixt and Between.
Why deny it?
Mr. George Bryan Brummel, born June 7, 1778, was an exceptional figure in Regency England. He somehow became a pal to George, the Prince of Wales, and leap-frogged into high society. He fit right in, and then began to re-imagine men’s fashion, ship-shaping it with better tailoring and more subdued use of color. Most shocking for his contemporaries, he insisted on hygiene, both of the body and the clothing.
He became known as ‘Beau’ (handsomely presented) Brummel, reflecting his fastidious taste and wit. Possibly the most dynamic fashion arbitar in History.
Rhinos find the whole business of getting dressed pretty Remarkable. We don’t dress. And Rhinos don’t make Remarks.
Every so often the Moon goes off duty. It just disappears. It used to alarm Us Rhinos, but after a few Eons, We got used to it. So now We stay calmer.
It used to be that We would try to influence the Moon, but it, as are We, is a Child of Nature.
We Children of Nature are best advised to rely on our instincts and, if possible, wait to see what happens tomorrow. Recall this note if you go looking for the Moon tonight.
There is a lurking Need We Rhinos have for Satisfaction, an all-embracing Answer to Big Mysteries. We can’t put our finger on it, but We feel a responsibility to fumble along, mostly armed only with Good Intentions. And perhaps some Optimism.
We conjecture and surmise, but our efforts are consistently Inconclusive. Probably because We Rhinos don’t know it All.
Which may be a Pity, but it’s also a Fact.
On August 5, 642 AD, Penda of Mercia and Oswald of Bernicia met for the Battle of Maserfield. To this day, nobody knows what the problem was, why they both felt Thrashings were needed, or where exactly everybody fought. Oswald was killed. Nothing specific happened as a result.
And from this story We Rhinos learn what? We are just glad We were not there at the time.
Rhinos do not often step back from Disputes, which is why We are careful with expressing Opinions. It is not a matter of cowardice, it shows Common Sense.
Keeping Quiet is a system for Disarming Disputes. Don’t begin them.
Unless you like a good Wrangle to enliven your day, and have the Bandaids ready to go.
Every now and then Rhinos find ourselves not entirely sure what to understand. Things don’t seem to add up, and We feel left out of the discussion. We are spiritually disconnected. Vaguely disoriented.
So, We pause for a moment and trust that a breeze will deliver some persuasive tip.
Rhinos like Hints from Nature.
Today is not only Bastille Day, celebrating French National Ideals, but also Pandemonium Day, celebrating Chaos.
Seems like a day for either a Helluva Good Time or Many Misgivings.
Hard to tell for Rhinos. We may not grasp the fine points of the occasion.