It comes to our attention daily that Luck is a factor in how things go. Good things, bad things, they happen to Us, but not in equal doses. Us, as in all of Us.
Luck is what We call that unknown element that determines what happens to whom when. Events are not judgments on the wicked or incompetent. Nor are they bestowed on the deserving. Experience is just that, Experience.
We do not understand. That is not within our sphere of comprehension, right?
When confronting Fate, We are all mute.
We admit that We are somewhat Critical. Part of that is Rampant Curiosity, part is Meticulous Observation, and part is Applied Experience. There are many other parts, but these will do for now.
Being insightful is not easy on Us. We see so much, and add up the clues with frightening acuity. We cannot count effectively, but We can do the math.
That said, the subject of our most aggressive examination is Our Inner Rhino. Each of Us has to come to grips with what is Outstanding, and that which Needs Improvement. We cannot fix any other critter, but We can pay close attention to our own little ways.
It can be trying, this need to pursue Perfection. But We would be skimping on our duty to leave it to somebody else. Nobody else has been given the same gifts each of Us has, Rhinos included.
No free rides in the Wild.
Life involves many small disasters and misunderstandings; the odds of doing brilliantly in a given situation are not outstanding. Too many variables and unknowns lurking in the margins. And half the time We are looking in the wrong direction to begin with. The Woops Factor.
The Big Task is keeping a cheerful mindset, moving forward as best We can. Each minor mess will get corrected shortly, so why flip out?
We figure We will be able to tell the difference between a mistake and the End of the World.
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.
In the Wild, We find that education is an ongoing process. We learn, We teach, We proceed.
It’s a Pretty Effective System.
We do not recall the day when Humans came onto the R Radar. They scampered around, doing who-knew-what, and We let them have their day. In the trees, in the grass, into everything. A spirited crew. Nature comprehends its own goals, not We Rhinos.
To be clear, Rhinos had been around for 50 million years or so at that point, so We had developed a great many skills and sensibilities already.
But it turned out that Humans had a keen interest in Tools. You may not think of stones as tools, but when somebody hurls one at you, it gets noticed. It is called the Stone Age for a reason. Rocks were abundant, all over the place. Humans were drawn to them.
When a species is in its infancy, We must be patient. We went further than that and offered advice and support. We will never know where you Readers might be were it not for Rhino Guidance, will We?
You’re welcome.
We are always surprised when We are described as “fat”. Fat seems to have a nasty connotation for you, though for Us it would be a sign of unusual good fortune. It would suggest that there was more-than-enough to eat.
We eat a great deal, but it is to sustain ourselves. When a critter is big, big portions seem like a no-brainer. Gotta keep chewing. Much of what We eat is low in nutrients, so We need even more to keep the fiddle in tune, as it were.
Offhand We can’t think of any critter in the Wild that is fat, unless preparing for hibernation. For Us, eating is not an indulgence, but part of self-preservation. Life in the Wild helps Us keep our focus.
What We are is Statuesque.
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.
We Rhinos have intricate, nuanced ways to communicate with one another, any old time. No whisper needed. We do Body Language!
This illustration shows lengths to which We do not go. We don’t need to. These obvious gestures lack refinement. Also, they are exhausting.
We can command layers of subtlety that would confound all but the most discerning. We do not overstate ourselves. Rhinos belong to the Less-Is-More School of the Dance.
Of the examples (A & B), see if you can see the differences between the images. See? Subtle. A twitch is worth a thousand words.
Your Inner Rhino 