Reality is peculiar in its unique character, determined for each of Us by Us. Only Nature gets a hand in shaping the cocoon in which each of Us bumbles along. No sharing, not even for twins.
We are not disconnected, We share many things with other critters, Rhino and non-Rhino, but the primary filter We use is special to Us alone.
On another topic: this is National Potato Chip Day.
Pythagoras is best known for the Pythagorean Theory, which has to do with triangles, and so, mathematics and geometry. Rhinos know nothing about all that.
What We do know is that nobody knows when Pythagoras’ was born. We chose today, though there is every chance We are mistaken. Even so, We can wish him well, if not Happy Birthday.
Your Inner Rhino looks on the bright side whenever possible.
Chaos and Catastrophe are not synonymous, though the former can certainly make a Rhino anticipate the latter. We feel unsettled, to say the least.
However, because the outcome is not really Known, the upshot could turn out to be all right, which comes as a disappointment, given all the Dread already expended.
We are still jittery, and that’s a fact.
However fashionable Tantrums and Displays of Temper may currently be, Your Inner Rhino feels compelled to remind its Readers of an Olde Rhino Truism: If you behave too oddly, your head will pop off. Which you are likely to regret.
Rhinos may be impatient when confronted with irregularity, but We do not act up. Honestly.
Synergy is the result of combined efforts of two or more somethings, among which Rhinos count, big time. (We think of ourselves as ‘Something Else”.) The idea is that by allying ourselves with other living things, We each get a boost. Win/Win.
We suspect that rocks may also make their own contribution to the general dynamic. There they are, making a statement, right?
It’s nice to know Rhinos have back-up, whichever way We turn, but not for free. We have to pay attention.
Confusion reigns while the Seasons are making up their minds, neither one thing or another. A daily crapshoot for Us on the receiving end, without dice.
Rhinos chalk up Weather as a part of Life’s Great Adventure. We can’t think of what else to do with it.
Rhinos have heard of Unfinished Business, but We don’t subscribe to the idea. Rhino business is all about eating; We are always on the clock, munching or seeking something to munch. Thus We maintain our stamina for Life’s Many Demands.
When our business gets finished, We are out of business.
Rhinos can certainly make communicative sounds, but We don’t talk much on a daily basis. Much thought, but little speech.
We have our Experiences. We don’t talk them.
It’s dandy for a Rhino to Feel Special. Why not? It’s certainly better than feeling afraid or bored or insignificant.
But there is the Limit. When a Rhino gets too La-Di-Dah, We simply point out that moles and moths and trout often feel just the same way.
For all We know, so can dandelions and rocks.
President-to-be George Washington (b.1732) may have given this quote. He was only 6 at the time, they say.
Rhinos sense that Mr. Washington’s sense of honor may not be, or have been, universal among Presidents.
Your Inner Rhino 