There is much discussion of Seeing, Smelling, Tasting, Touch, and Hearing. They are all useful capabilities, and Rhinos are glad to have them. Like many other Critters.
But Rhinos are also Sense-itive in a range of other ways, sensing the stars, the details of the Mariana Trench, rainfall in Zimbabwe, salamander pregnancies, and another zillion stimulating things. Crammed together, We refer to them as Sensitivity. They are a Natural Bonanza.
Yes. Rhinos are gifted. And Grateful.
Far be it for any Rhino to begrudge another critter its livelihood, but Mosquitos pose a threat to RhinoSanity. We have a lot of surface and these flying Nightmares strike without warning, leaving Us all Itchy and Afflicted.
The fact that it is Natural, and We Rhinos are not alone in our Suffering probably means something.
But what that is, We cannot say. We get too overwrought to Philosophize.
What can the hungry Rhino say in the face of Nature’s provision?
Right. Thank you.
Rhinos know what Criticism can achieve, how it can undermine happy interactions by implying that Somebody has Failed to measure up. We become the Critic or the Criticized. The Superior or the Inferior.
Rhinos do their utmost to avoid this unhappy Dynamic. Do We succeed always? No. Occasionally a Rhino goes Rogue and starts nit-picking.
We do not Encourage such tendencies. Rhinos resist with all the Good Grace We can summon. Sometimes We can summon more G.G. than at others…
Rhinos have always been impressed by Hecato of Rhodes’ works. So too were Cicero, Seneca, and Diogenes; they say so. The only problem is that Hecato’s writings have all disappeared.
It’s been a long time since 100 BC, and Rhinos misplace things frequently. But it would seem aggravating to write important things down, and then lose them.
Still, Hecato made an impression upon other important thinkers. We guess that must be sufficient.
Now or Then, a Rhino simply knows it’s time to wrap it up, and move out. That Rhino responds to the Call of Nature, wherever events lead. Hesitation does not come into play.
In most cases, the issue is not where that Rhino is Going, but where that Rhino is Leaving. One thing is for sure: shortly that Rhino will be somewhere else.
Today YIR salutes Mr. Lyonel Feininger, born 1871. He was both a German-American Impressionist painter and a cartoonist. We like his work.
Rhinos, and almost all other sensible Critters acknowledge that the Earth, its workings, and the splendors of Space are beyond our Comprehension. These Glories exist with or without our approval or permission or encouragement.
The Universe is a perfect system, rolling along on its own steam, on its own terms, with purposes We cannot guess at. We can only marvel at the bits We are aware of.
Rhinos would be insane to suppose We are more than incidental to that Grander Scheme. Right?