It turns out that getting to Outer Space requires elaborate preparations. We have made R Inquiries, so We know. It takes Technology.

Rhinos have no Technology or even technology at all. So We take Alternative Action; We Concentrate, and then, Up We Go! From all We can glean, our experience is just as Satisfying, though perhaps our version of Satisfaction is different from a more organized Scientific Community. Either method, everyone is happy, which is as rare as it is nice.

More importantly, We can hear the stars singing while We’re here, so why interfere up there?

Take it or leave it, We Rhinos are constantly sought out as Good Listeners. We are examining a shrub, and up comes Somebody to chat. By “chat” We really mean, pour out its heart. We are equally skilled at dealing with any topic, happy to say.

Visitor size, shape or locomotion are immaterial. Anyway, this Visiting Critter simply starts reporting. We putter along, while keeping close track of the Visitor, and occasionally grunting or coughing. Maybe a chuckle or sneeze.

When the Visitor has said its piece, it returns to its proper sphere in the Wild.

What makes Rhino Counselors both popular and useful is that We offer no Advice. We usually have no idea what was said in the first place, and wouldn’t think to repeat it, even if We could.

We are just glad to be of Service.

So here is the question of the day: Where does Time come from? We all know how to tell it, waste it and forget it, but where is Time actually stored, prior to its arrival here on the scene? Now is the use of Time already upon us, but the Future is going to need new, unblemished Time, right?

A related question would be: where does the Time go? Does it recycle? Is it evaluated somehow, and by whom? Is Time the stuff of History and whose version wins the cake?

Rhinos don’t feel We are closer to these answers than We were 32 million years ago, but We are still mumbling it over to ourselves, from Time to Time.