Spilled Milk

Rhinos don’t like feeling resentful, and We seldom do. But there are still a few family members who feel a bit sour when the Bronze Age comes up in conversation. The era began about 8 thousand years ago, which is a While of some large sort. It took over when the Stone Age ran out of gas.

The Stone Age was when humans just threw rocks. The Bronze Age was when metals entered the discussion. More than Rhino’s feelings got hurt.

Well, what’s done, is done. We will all have to do what We can to tidy up. Sooner better than Later.

Gressions

Almost every Rhino Decision, be it simple or complex, requires some internal tweaking, some negotiation on intentions and limitations. These alterations are accomplished by a rough-and-tumble committee: Aggression, Regression, and Digression, the temperamental offspring of Progression.

Most conclusions involve contributions from each camp, softening or hyping or toning along the way. It’s not a pretty business, but somebody’s got to do it. Some decisions take an instant, others take years.

When nothing seems to be moving in any direction at all, We call it a Depression. And then We lurch into another Internal Wrangle.

(Rhinos try to avoid name-calling, though sometimes that is half the fun!)

Sticks and stones

On August 5, 642 AD, Penda of Mercia and Oswald of Bernicia met for the Battle of Maserfield. To this day, nobody knows what the problem was, why they both felt Thrashings were needed, or where exactly everybody fought. Oswald was killed. Nothing specific happened as a result.

And from this story We Rhinos learn what? We are just glad We were not there at the time.

In Translation

It is easy to Misunderstand what is being said, when something is being said. The Rhino mind does its utmost to comprehend, and yet, often the communication is muddled if not downright objectionable.

When ‘The Ancillary Preoccupation’, that well-known Rhino favorite, is presented in Interpretive Dance, there are always widely variant reviews, mostly because no two Rhinos see the original story the same way.

Communication by Scent is ultimately the perfect means of saying what needs saying. Thus making it clear how little needs saying, usually.

The INNER Rhino

At YIR We are NOT trying to show you what you see on television. TV is trying to inform the viewer about “Them”, those Rhinoceroses, sticking closely to a handful of Facts. It speaks of respect, but also careful distancing, a system for studying rocks, but not the Living. Being alive is not like Not being alive.

Rhinos are keenly aware that We get Stimulated. We are not afraid of our potential for Passion. We embrace it, We celebrate it. What is the point of having so many Selves if We don’t let them wrangle things out among themselves?

Right, Good Question.

Equipments

If Rhinos didn’t have such a wide range of built-in Detectors for Rhino Excellence, it would take a lot of Equipment to do the job. Most of the time, a whiff is all that We need to sort things out, which is good, given that We don’t have Things in the Wild. No curb-side delivery here.

Inner Rhinoness broadcasts itself without any effort from the sender or the receiver; it just happens automatically. Makes it easy to get along, share a giggle, ponder gravity, then move along.

We all have Inner Rhino in common, though sometimes We forget to hook it up.

Oh what a beautiful…

Mornings are a favorite time of day for Rhinos. Whatever is about to happen, it’s on its way. We’re all set to get on with the Program. Rhinos Refreshed.

Part of our preparation relies on ignoring whatever Yesterday was about, most of which was Extraneous and Predictable and Beside the Point. Today’s uses for Yesterday are not entirely Irrelevant, just sort of Deja Views.

Rhinos hone in on the what’s Happening now, which is about all We can handle. After breakfast.