Some mornings We wake up and mentally don our Fancy Pants.
Everybody’s grateful.
Given enough time there really will be The Final Word, the very last thing anybody says before All is Said and Done. What that word will be is a question which We Rhinos sometimes debate between more commanding topics.
We expect that Final Word may well be “woops”.
No worries, Your Inner Rhino will continue on its merry way, musing on Cosmic Questions for our foreseeable future.
Rhinos are enthusiastic Conjecturalists. We like to take situations and debate the contrasting virtues of one position or the other, usually both. Exercise is good for our minds, at least We think so.
Is it better to live in a hot air balloon or in a small sporty boat? Obviously question #1 is ‘what will I eat?’ Then, what is the weather like? Who is going with me? Are the calla lilies in bloom again? So much to contemplate!
We can ponder these puzzles for days, though in Sumatra there are other demands on our attention. As you can imagine.
Occasionally a Rhino will innocently ask for Advice- while in a Group. And sometimes this Occasion turns into something like a party game. A lot of Advice is delivered all at once, some useful, much of it irrelevant, and bits distressing. Or debates develop, pitting one idea against another.
Having asked for Advice, the poor Rhino in question cannot object to it. But in the effort to assimilate the data, the edges of one’s sanity begin to get blurry. One idea disconnects from another. Understanding fragments.
Is it any wonder that Rhinos seldom request Advice?
Today is Daniel Gabriel Fahrenheit’s birthday. In 1714 he invented the Thermometer, which tells Everybody how hot it is. Rhinos would say how hot it is outdoors, for where else do Rhinos live?
Rhinos all reside where it is toasty. What is peculiar is that We don’t actually sweat in the usual sense, whatever this picture may imply. We keep cool by careful attention to Conditions, and ingenious use of shade, times of day, and energy conservation.
By the way, Anders Celsius made his thermometer 28 years later. We still don’t understand why he did it, but that is true of so much that goes on…
Home is where the Food is. Rhinos are as sentimental as the next critter about locations, but when it comes down to it, without something to eat, it’s just chatter.
Food has always been Nature’s way of shifting Us about the world, moving the plants, and Us following along with a salt-shaker, figuratively speaking.
The Rhino clans that decide to stay behind are often left behind, historically.
Follow the Alfalfa, that’s what We say.
When a family lasts as long as Rhinos have, We go through a great many “looks”. No matter the infinite variables, Nature is calling the shots, and our job is to explore the opportunities presented. Rhinos are nothing if not savvy. (If We weren’t, this might be Your Inner Aardvark.com.)
Today We may glance back and chuckle, but it is a fond sort of guffaw. The “look” is never the issue. The issue is always RhinoHeart.
(see Oct. 20, 2014)
There is a Conservative School of Rhino Thought that proposes that each RTot is born with an invisible identical twin Self. This idea explains why RTots never seem lonely; each has a playmate that knows that Tot every whichaway. Comforting and stimulating companionship.
The Liberal School of Rhino Thought proposes that each RTot is born with dozens of invisible twin Selves.
If We Rhinos better understood how numbers work, We would wonder if both schools might be right?
So, here We are in a field of grass, a salad bar extraordinaire.
Each plant species has unique qualities, and like Rhinos, each has a story. How old is it, what’s the day like, where is it in its life cycle, etc?
The ‘B’ in question is doing well, needs a little water, and is passing from its tangy side to its peppery phase. Our Rhino is assessing what order to consume the choices ranged all about. Rhino menus are orchestrated, not tossed together. Except when there is a shortage of fodder.
Some of the plants are NotRhino, meaning, other critters will be by soon to eat those, so We leave them be. In the Wild We try to play fair.