Today, in 1883, Mr. Erich Heckel was born in Germany. He helped to found a group called ‘The Bridge’ with three friends, all interested in Expressionism. Mr. Heckel himself had a long career including painting, woodcuts, lithographs and etchings. Much of his work was politically unacceptable, and was banned and destroyed.
There is something pleasingly cutting edge about his own work, a dark mysterious quality that Rhinos gravitate to. We like primitive stuff.
There’s only so much room on Earth, and Rhinos occupy only our fair share. Rhino Turfs. We mind our business, and note that most other critters do the same. Millenia’ worth of cooperation and adjustment.
How today’s overcrowding will play out is a Natural question, no living thing functions independently.
One thing is sure; Every species will have plenty of opportunity to Cope with these modifications, Naturally. We note that much of Coping is time sensitive.
Today We acknowledges New York becoming the 11th State in 1788. Much History and a lot of Vitality, plus a certain magnetic Charm for clever folk; Rhinos have always fit right in.
Washington Irving’s ‘Rip Van Winkle’, an 1819 folktale of a loafer sleeping through the Revolution, salutes the Old Men of the Mountains, the ghostly crew of Henry Hudson, long gone. They lure Rip to play nine pins in the forest and then slip him a mickey. Hence, the nap.
New York is so chock full of Event that picking a focus for celebration was just too exhausting for our Staff. Plus We like olde Dutch outfits.
Rhinos have always felt companioned in our daily dealings by Kindred Spirits. Different branches of the R Family have been often in sympathy with different critters. Over a course of fifty million years We’ve had multiple chums to select from.
This is primarily a spiritual bond, often long distance. In some cases an egret, in others a sea urchin, etc.
Pals can be an unpredictable crowd, at least that’s how Rhinos experience them.
One of the stimulating aspects of going to sleep is that when We dream, Rhinos have no control over where We are, or who’s keeping Us company.
Or virtually any other aspect of the Dreamscape. Whazzup? How long are We there? Who can say?
Rhinos like Sleepy Time; We drop the illusion that We control matters.
On July 15, 1888, Mount Bandai, in Fukushima Prefecture, exploded, the worst natural event in modern Japanese history.
Natural Disasters are impossible for any Rhino, or anyone else, to comprehend. The devastation is amazing and disorienting.
All We can assume is that Nature is following its course. Rhino permission plays no part in the equation.
June through August is Monsoon Season in Nepal, as you doubtless are aware. This is an occasion for great rejoicing among the natives, of which, We Rhinos are certainly some.
The afternoons provide a delightful daily deluge, and all the Greenery spreads itself wide, getting a serious Drink.
Then Plants grow and flourish, providing many of Us with serious fodder, which makes Rhinos grow and flourish. Nature’s systems: Unbeatable.
Rhinos are Naturally lucky. We are Rhinos, right? What more could We ask?
There are probably many other wonderful things to be, but in our experience, We’re mighty Marvelous. If Rhinos don’t celebrate Us, who’s going to do it?!
We trust this does not sound like arrogance; it isn’t. Its a simple holler of gratitude to Nature for its generosity.
‘Your Inner Rhino’ salutes July 4. Modestly and without ulterior motive.
‘Your Inner Rhino’ extends our warmest Salutations to Canada, today celebrating its Constitution Act of 1867.
Sounds like a good thing to celebrate, probably. Rhinos are not critics of incomprehensible Human political decisions; We leave that to Humans.
What Rhinos do like are Parties. And Cake. And Leapfrog.
Your Inner Rhino 