Sometimes a thing seems mighty tempting, like it would be great to take it home and adore it. But Rhinos must face it: We don’t own anything. No marina, no semaphore flags, no hornpipe recordings. And We can’t eat it!
We find it easier to Appreciate these wonders at a distance, but to then proceed unencumbered by Stuff.
On our merry way.
That’s right: Rhinos don’t sweat. Our body heat moderation is dealt with in other ways, the easiest to spot being Us in the mud. (See: 6-28-15) Mud not only protects our hides, but discourages insects and their kin. And mud cools Us off. Ditto rolling in dust.
The picture, though charming, is entirely fanciful; it has nothing to do with Facts. Why would We ever disguise our odor? The way We smell is what informs all our ranks of just what’s up with Us. That singular whiff is a major achievement for each and every Rhino. It is 77% of what qualifies Us as Masterpieces.
Downwind is where everybody wants to be. Ask anybody.
Each of Us must play the cards We get, making the best of the Great Predicament, namely that none of Us understands the rules of the game. A fistful of cards, yet no comforting idea of what to do with them.
You don’t have to be a Rhino to feel adrift. It’s the same for each and every everybody else.
Each critter just has to deal with it.
Rhinos frequently have the need to Get Going. And with that impulse, off We go. We often change course along the way anyway, so why confuse matters with questions about Going Where? We pick up, We pack out, and discover the day as We proceed.
And We greet that day as seems appropriate at that time. What’s the rational alternative?
As inept as Rhinos are with counting, We are just as poor with days of the week. This is partly because weeks make no sense to Us. There are seven days in each one, so We immediately lose interest; too many days. Months are past any conception of ours.
Rhinos were very fond of Tuesday for a long time. But it turns out that We had that wrong too. We thought it was a new spelling, or an olde spelling, of Today. Today We can grasp. Today reverberates in our consciousness. It’s where We are right now.
We usually recall Yesterday, and have an inkling of what’s involved in Tomorrow. Three days, and We’re all counted out. That leaves us Soon and Then, and they have little practical application for Us.
Our approach works for Us. We recommend it.
There are many ways to prove something, but for Us, in the Wild, few of them seem relevant. Stamps and seals and registrations are mostly related to ownership. When you don’t own anything, the need of a notary is limited.
In our experience, Systems that legitimize things have no odor. Right? Right. For Rhinos, if it doesn’t smell legit, it isn’t.
That settled, it’s time for lunch.
Rhinos crow, not because We are better than anybody else; We are just celebrating the gifts each of Us has. Gifts We have in common with you, dear Readers.
Crowing is better than Braying.
Black Cats are supposed to be unlucky, but it turns out that Black Cats feel the same way about Rhinos.
Surprise!
Nature always has pleasures on hand for the Observant, but some days are easier than others.
When Rhinos feel below par, We make the Effort to Assemble our wits, and mentally Ensemble our spirits. Or vice versa.
Helps Us stand just a bit taller.
Last week (11-2-15) We predicted there would be a slowdown here, but We mistook.
Thus Your Inner Rhino establishes again our inability to read the Beads of Destiny. Fortunately (heh heh) We never really supposed We could, so there is a Field of Aggravation left unplowed.
Who knows? Next week there may be a log jam of elegant proportions. However things go, We are a-weary-O of forecasting Misgivings.
Pointless, truth to tell.
Your Inner Rhino 