The image of Justice, blindfolded and handing out decrees with an impartial dignity has little to do with Rhinoceroses. We would not recognize the system in which Justice tells foul from fair.

The Law of the Wild is not concerned with Justice. What holds our attention is Survival. That premise We can understand , and act accordingly.

The race goes to the swift, right?

Today We Rhinos are pondering which Ingredients make up each of Us. It’s a tricksy question, all right.

Our parents are partially responsible but know as little as their children, perpetuating ignorance down the Ages.

XL Important is where Nature places Us, the perfect place for Us to reach Mach Speed and find fulfillment. Makes sense to Us. Each family, and each Rhino therein.

Today is and has been National Argyle Day. In popular jargon, Argyle is a pattern for weaving and knitting, made popular in south-west Scotland, a region power-packed with sheep. Sheep are indispensable when knitting or weaving woolens.

Rhinos neither knit nor weave, but We have an innate fashion sense, so We do creep in at the margins of this theme. Traditional garb is dandy, but there’s plenty of room for further investigation.

It’s hard to keep Us Rhinos out when there are intellectual movements afoot.

Rhinos are not given to Wild Behavior, thrashing around and making a scene. At least, not often.

Pandemonium means all hell’s demons acting up and scandalizing the natives. Quite a sweeping concept. It may be one of those more-the-merrier-states of mind or social activity that is intense but shortlived. Rhinos are not usually invited to participate, so We don’t miss it keenly. Ignorance is Bliss.

Seems more Chaotic than Rhinos commonly like, but who knows before We try it?

Rhinos do not know Everything. No, it’s true. We just don’t. We try to learn things one way and another. But We fall short.

Floating all around Us are spheres of Information and Conception and Perception, etc, etc. The air is filled with these Stimulating Globules, but We are not sufficiently informed to know which ones to access.

So Far, so Good, We think, though that may just be a defensive posture developed over the millenia. Hm-Hmmm?

Some Rhinos grow up with rather conservative Moms, where foolishness is curtailed. Maternal raised eyebrows and pursed lips.

There is a limit somewhere on how peculiar a Rhino ought to get, but it is a limit few would exceeed, naturally.

The one demand a comic Rhino makes is an audience, and in the Wild, critters are focused on their needs and schedules, etc. So it usually makes no difference whatever how ridiculous a Rhino wants to be. Little attention gets paid.

Rhinos own nothing whatever, so you will understand that it takes no time to get packed, when going on a jaunt.

That does not mean that Rhinos are disrespectful of Luggage. When We first encountered Luggage, We thought the contents were enchanted, appearing from boxes with a lot of splendor. Flabbergasting!

Rhinos still own nothing, but We admit that folding things up so they can be put inside a box stimulates our imaginations. You take a dusty box, then you do Something, and out pops a Grand Surprise. It’s a tough act to follow.

Some Critters are agitated in the face of a Task. The assumption is that all effort must result in Perfection. Talk about Stress! This is the state of the Atelophobe. Hard to begin when the critique precedes the performance. You lose, or, you lose.

Rhinos have the advantage of doing almost nothing but eat, drink, and get on with whatever comes to mind. We place no importance on pleasing anybody else; why should We? We assume everyone is doing their best, or simply does not care how things work out.

Perfection is an impossible achievement. Nobody’s perfect, so why fret about it?

Rhinos don’t use maps like this one. It shows Tanzania, with nearby nations, oceans and location. Useful if you want to go there and already know where Africa is.

For Rhinos, the lower part holds our attention. We are already there, ready to chow down. We want to know what Tanzania offers gastronomically. A glance is not as good as a sniff, but it beats a map.

Each to the particular need, We suppose. Bon Appetit!

Artists will agree that most of what gets made is not really Art. It may have elements that succeed, but the total effect is not what the Artist was aiming at.

One sad habit some Artists have is pretending that enough is good enough, so now, it’s Art, and let’s hear no more about it. And then that attitude becomes a habit.

The only critter that determines the merit of a work of art is the Artist. Evaluations must be honest so We can do better next time. Otherwise, what is the point?