One noteworthy feature of growing up is that We each reinvent the wheel. Not literally of course, since a wheel is a thing and Rhinos are not into thing-ness. Still, whatever the issue, each of Us feels sure that We see it in dazzling ways unforeseen by anybody else ever. Genius.
It’s part of finding out how breathtakingly remarkable our minds are. It’s part of waking up. It’s Big Fun.
Also, the process makes Us sassy, always a good thing.
There are many small irritations which We must endure in the Wild. For that reason We try to avoid periods of tempestuous emotion and aggrandized strife on a daily basis. Habitual resort to Frenzy easily leads to a life dedicated to Drama, which is generally unattractive. Good morning, I’m Onstage! Five minutes please, five minutes please.
We are not anti-silly; We just like our silly moments to be more unpredictable. Also, widely spaced can be more engaging than otherwise.
Observe the image: you see a fire hydrant, a post box, and a telephone pole, Right? Well actually, no, Wrong!
Millenia of application have made Rhinos into Master Mimics, able to capture the essence of many forms. We can ‘appear’ as a grand piano or a Rhododendron, whatever. How We do it has become innate, so We are unable to explain it for you, sad to say.
But you see how effective We are at it. We ourselves are astounded; what can your inner rhino not achieve?!
(The Rhino is on the left, pretending to be a hydrant.)
For those of you who are intrigued by doughnuts, this is a reminder to get shopping early. There is likely to be a run on them, this being the first Friday in June. Remember to take napkins, in case.
Feel free to think of this as a Public Service Announcement.
Your Inner Rhino, countless (!) satisfied Readers.
Today marks the 200th Installment of Your Inner Rhino! We are feeling good and plenty about it.
On the same wavelength, Your Inner Rhino is into its 32nd week. When We were planning the blog, We were informed that 13 weeks was the usual lifespan of a blog, so We have passed that deadline, and to spare- times 2 plus.
It is true that We Rhinos are not reliable with counting; We had to be notified that this was a Special Event. But We are always ready for a party.
Confetti Time!
Rhino or Reader, We each play with the cards We get dealt, any way you slice it. What other option is there, right?
That said, We find that the best idea is to make a house of cards, then stamp on the ground. Good fun. Go Boom. Assuming you have cards, which is more likely than We having cards.
Crazy Eights is no good; We can’t count.
Of course these differentiations are Nonsense. Gradations among critters so astounding have no applicable yardstick.
Fortunately for this post, We are perfectly happy exploring Nonsense. We do not shrink from these Investigations at Your Inner Rhino.
We are Dauntless.
None of Us is ever alone. We might look like We are alone, but no.
We have our immediate family, the other Rhinos in the area, each doing whatever seems needful at the time.
We have all the other R family members, all over the place, all backing Us up, cheering Us on. Enjoying Us.
And We have all the Rhinos that have gone before Us, 55 millions years worth, all rejoicing in Us today.
Each of Us is a Crowd. All Partying. Inside.
Rhinos have a wealth of Systemic Contributors. They are all dashing around inside, adding a dash of paprika to each thought and transaction. At least, that’s what We have always assumed was going on in there.
Nobody has actually seen a Vibe, probably because they are mega-quick. Maybe like Electricity, which We have not seen either. We see the results, but not the juice itself. Who has seen a flavor? Right.
Goes a long way in explaining our Rhino Demeanor, ask anybody.
From time to time, We just want to mentally brush up our image, so We indulge ourselves. Klimpt’s paintings, for instance, are spectacular. We imagine ourselves clad in that much glamor, and bask in our own glow for a good four minutes. But, ah, the associated thrill is transitory.
Our minds soon wander to other things, most of them edible.
Your Inner Rhino 