Appearances

Rhinos know stuff about bugs. They buzz around, eat something or other, make baby bugs, and then die. Their lives are short. We know what they do. What We don’t know much about is how they feel about it, what they think about as they tend to their business.

Actually, We can’t honestly say We know what other Rhinos are contemplating from hour to hour. And truth to tell, We are often vague about whatever We ourselves are up to. Right?

We generally have lot more evidence for the Whats than We have for Whys.

Le Maitre

Moliere (b.1622) is possibly the greatest French playwright ever. His works have been produced around the world, in his own day and in ours.

Rhinos are all for him, despite the fact that the culture he wrote about is long gone. Human nature seems not to have changed much, so his work is still interesting.

A brief catalogue would feature Tartuffe, The Misanthrope, The Learned Ladies, The Imaginary Invalid, and The Miser.

Toutes nos felicitations.  (If you add some accents to that, it’s French.)

Moving Parts

Rhinos do not have any clear picture of what is going on inside Us. We eat, We gurgle, We poop; that’s the whole shebang.

Still, when we feel queasy, We imagine what’s up. The diagrams We concoct don’t fool anybody, but they can be oddly comforting at the time.

Please bear in mind that each of Us is both Patient and Physician. We just get better, or We don’t, and that is that.

the Calendar

Rhinos are fortunate in many respects, if not all. One interesting ability is that We cannot count above 3 with any sense of confidence. Seven, a Zillion, what’s the difference?

Consequently, the calendar is a bust for Us. We like marking up the calendar, but can never recall what is supposed to happen when We get ‘there’. If We haven’t already?

Thus, Rhino demeanor remains serene; it’s hard to be impatient when you have no idea when is when. Or when.