Alternatively inspired

o'er the Falls

From time to time one of Us decides to take the road less traveled. What impels unconventional choices is hard to pin down, and often an interview afterwards is hard to arrange. We can only suppose it seemed necessary at the time, and the individual seized the moment.

Our point is: since We do not know the details, We are in no position to analyze the resulting decisions. We might summon Common Sense to arbitrate advisability, but much of history (particularly Rhino History) is made memorable by Uncommon Sense. Why indulge in fruitless speculation?

Who knows when any one of Us will hear the siren call of the Unexpected?

Missing Marbles

5-23MarbleHunt

It is not easy to tell if you have lost your marbles. We are never sure how many We get in the first place, and couldn’t count them up anyway. We are not sure where they are stored most of the time, or how they achieve whatever it is they achieve. Do they escape or fall out of our ears when we sleep? Lost marbles involve some mysterious riddle.

In a precautionary measure, We keep an eye peeled in general for marbles. That way We hope to acquire enough to cover any deficit We may realize over time. Oftentimes We leave them even if We find them; how could We be sure it is our marble, and not somebody else’s?

Marbles are a lot trickier than they seem, one way and another.

Between the lines

5-17 MMOB

Rhinos are sometimes thought of as aloof, but that is an inaccurate assessment. We are preoccupied with Quest Issues, and ponderings on Cosmic and domestic Questions. A lot to consider, like what is for lunch.

“Minding My Own Business” is the message each of Us sends. That is how Rhinos handle matters in general. Not antisocial, just absorbed.

Puttin’ on the Ritz

5-15 a la Klimpt

From time to time, We just want to mentally brush up our image, so We indulge ourselves. Klimpt’s paintings, for instance, are spectacular. We imagine ourselves clad in that much glamor, and bask in our own glow for a good four minutes. But, ah, the associated thrill is transitory.

Our minds soon wander to other things, most of them edible.

Supper Time

5-2 RSoup

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.

Fresh from the Oven

muffin

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.

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Triumph of the Undone

4-29 FancyFree

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.