Dear Readers-
The Staff are off to gather sagebrush and will back in the office shortly. Keep your eyes peeled!
YIR
Some like it hot…
And some others, not so much.
We at YIR send our regards and fond hopes that you are behaving sensibly. If possible.
Yes, this is antique art, but it’s hot here too…
Detection Systems
Rhinos are surprisingly sensative in almost countless ways. We accept input from any quarter, and add up the contributing elements into Insights. Or at the very least, Impressions.
Still, We must acknowledge Smell as our most heightened source of data. We amaze ourselves, frankly. We can do a count on a dish of figs at fifteen miles, if the wind is supporting the experiment. These are not parlor tricks We are discussing; these capabilities are the ones We count on for Survival in the Wild.
We do our best to remain philosophical- and grateful.
Not Quite Here… nor There
Every now and then Rhinos find ourselves not entirely sure what to understand. Things don’t seem to add up, and We feel left out of the discussion. We are spiritually disconnected. Vaguely disoriented.
So, We pause for a moment and trust that a breeze will deliver some persuasive tip.
Rhinos like Hints from Nature.
When the Big Hand points to…
Modern Experts report that the Rhino Family is 55 million years old, which means Very Old. But how does anyone know? No clocks back then, right? Nobody sitting around checking things off on a calendar… We Rhinos don’t object, but We do wonder. Ocassionally.
For Us, Time is elastic, somehow sweeping around Us, dictating things like Sunrise, but otherwise, Time is simply a Constant Companion. Like rocks and lizards.
As We have mentioned, Rhinos don’t count past 3, which has excluded Us from these “How Old?” discussions. Which is OK.
Decisions
We Rhinos must face the fact that our ideas of what should happen are often thwarted. Apparently, no matter how brilliant our concepts, Nature takes no notice whatever.
While longterm Rhino experience may suggest the futility of getting too worked up, We still must cope with our own Frustrations.
No Critter likes Disappointment. Ask Anybody.
OOOOOOOOO LA LA!!!
Today is not only Bastille Day, celebrating French National Ideals, but also Pandemonium Day, celebrating Chaos.
Seems like a day for either a Helluva Good Time or Many Misgivings.
Hard to tell for Rhinos. We may not grasp the fine points of the occasion.
Reasonably Placid
Though We Rhinos live in the Wild, the normal state of a usual day is not noticeably Wild at all.
Our regular days combine a light-handed Chaos with a subtle Order, an awareness that We are probably all right.
And, if We opted to have a fuss, where would Rhinos aim it? Situations are mostly deaf, at least the ones We encounter.
On Wrinkling
We can all count on Mr. Benjamin Franklin to produce stimulating opinions (see above).
Heft is a Rhino Priority: get it, develop it, and then maintain it. And flaunt it, if and when the time is right.
Mr. Franklin’s idea helps Us put our own sentiments in Perspective. We don’t have to agree on details. Thank you, Mr. Franklin.
Temper, Temper
One might well ask, Are Rhinos Stubborn and Moody? In all candor, the answer would have to be a qualified, You bet. What critter on earth is entirely a Sweetie Pie?
Are Rhinos more or less excitable than our fellow Critters? No. We’re not. We have our good, and our not-quite-so-good days.
We feel better, having confessed to these Limitations. Please be patient with Us.
Your Inner Rhino 