Rhinos spend our lives juggling our multiple frames of mind. There are too many to list, but today, We wanted to discuss our sense of General Oneness with Nature. This is certainly a happy state of things; We feel balanced and jolly and fortunate.

Rhinos do not gravitate to the Cloud Nine mindset, but We do know what it is to be light of heart and satisfied with our lot. We do not judge these phases. We enjoy them.

We wish all our Readers plenty of merriment and gratitude for it.

Sometimes We Rhinos sense a presence, hopping and cavorting about in our core. We can’t tell what has roused the beast, but there it is running riot with our consciousness, twisting its tail and offering questionable advice.

We have not ever gotten control of this Imp, nor of our response. Sorry, but there it is. We are not perfect, however good our intentions.

Better to tell it like it is.

We Rhinos know a lot, one way and another. Still, it never seems to cover all the angles. So on We go, one experience or encounter after another, continually accumulating more knowables.

We look forward to being ever more informed. The future Us will know more than We know now. In some odd way, it’s stimulating; it’s why Rhinos glow in the dark.

Naturally, that can only continue so long, and when the time comes, We each know We know all We ever are likely to, y’know?

All Rhinos have found ourselves asking when We will ever Grow Up. We hear about it all the time when We are young, but the process never quite seems to get finished. Parts of Us get bigger, but Experience holds the essence of Learning.

It’s a big question, all right.

Rhinos don’t like to depend on the Sooner-or-Later system. We get twitchy, just waiting around for developments. Rhinos are more happening, Now-or-Never, Here-and-Now critters. DIY individuals.

We Rhinos prefer Right-This-Minute answers. That is one aspect of being Wild Animals. And it seems to work OK, for Us. Every minute is Wild.

And sometimes, when it isn’t Wild enough, Rhinos help crank up the volume.

Rhinos are not equipped for palaces and finger cymbals. We know that. Discussion has gone on for millenia with nothing new or decisive appearing on the horizon.

What Rhinos do enjoy, however, is the wealth of books, paintings, films, and dramas serving up exotic locations and bizarre bazaar constructions. And even more unusual behavior.

Once satisfied for the moment, We can then move along to other interests, like lunch.

We Rhinos were surprised to find out that our main means of communication are called ‘ideoglyphics’. It means that markings represent something, whether they mean much to you or anybody else. A familiar example would be old Egyptian heiroglyphics, which meant nothing much for two thousand years until Mr. Jean-Francois Champollion cracked the system in 1822.

Rhino-writing is not common today, so you may not have noticed it when you passed by.

Here We show a sophisticated telling of a naughty joke, popular with Rhinos. Don’t be discouraged if it isn’t plain to you. It was created by Rhinos for Rhinos, naturally. The punchline of the joke is “Try doing that with a Radish in your ear!!!”

Rhinos have to cope with multiple Levels of Awareness. They come, they go; our focus is in constant flux. Fortunately for Us, We are used to it. From the get-go, our mothers are pointing out that We are missing the point, one way or another.

If We had simply selected the right Level of Awareness, We would be happy critters, rather than nervous wrecks. That is the Mom Version.

With Time, We learn how to shift levels from Dietary Awareness to Alien Critter Awareness to Daylight Saving Awareness to Critical Awareness… We can go on and on, and often do. Presence of Mind is what does the trick. Very Rhino, multiple Focal lengths.

Yesterday was Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s birthday (1859). The author is best known today for his detective, Mr. Sherlock Holmes. In both short works and novels, Holmes suspected his way through foggy Victorian London, employing his genius in the apprehension of villains, often assisted by Dr. John Watson (also fictitious).

Now for the Mystery! Mr. Conan Doyle’s birthday was yesterday, but We Rhinos didn’t remember until Very Late. We apologize, but We were at fault, which We only admit with gritted teeth. We can’t pretend We meant to be negligent. Whatever We meant, always a good question, We botched it.

Oddly enough, there are those who claim Holme’s birthday is January 6. Rhinos don’t pretend to know our readers’ customs, but are fictional characters born? Especially as the author never detailed the event? Very Mysterious, is what We Rhinos think; just one more thing We don’t quite grasp.

May 23 is the finale of a heavenly display of the Moon. For some reason, it has looked full for a few days, but this is the Official fullosity. (a little reminder)

This is the Flower Moon, not just because flowers are in bloom, but also since the floral scent is at its most miraculous. Rhinos function on scent signals, and this is a highlight of the Rhino Year, any year. Fragrance Extravaganza!

Plants flower in a series that Nature determines. Not all on a given day, but according to Natural discretion. The system works largely by insect response. One plant blooms, and the bees go berserk. Another plant family kicks in, and the bees go even more berserk, plus other critters jump on board. It constitutes quite a fiesta!

So We always think of the Flower Moon, not only for the banquet of tastes, but also for the array of inhaled stimuli associated with them. And yes, Rhinos squeal. Loud.

Thus the Critter in the Moon is seen with flowers and plants, appreciating Nature’s generosity. We see Rhinos in the moon, while other critters see themselves. Plenty of Moonlight for everyone.