When things seem to be getting out of control at a Particular Decibel, Rhinos make it a rule to put all the Distance possible between them and the Point of Irritation.
With all the Haste at our command, which happily is pretty snappy, whatever you might have supposed.
Please do not suppose that We Rhinos are not trying to make sense of what goes on around Us. We do. Still, We have not managed to arrive at any startling conclusions.
What Rhinos do know is: Nature offers no Guarantees, long term or short.
Just because a plant smells benign does not mean it is compatible with the Rhino Diet. That is why our first nibble is delicate, in case there has been an error in the plant selection.
In the Wild, you have to pay attention.
Moliere (b.1622) is possibly the greatest French playwright ever. His works have been produced around the world, in his own day and in ours.
Rhinos are all for him, despite the fact that the culture he wrote about is long gone. Human nature seems not to have changed much, so his work is still interesting.
A brief catalogue would feature Tartuffe, The Misanthrope, The Learned Ladies, The Imaginary Invalid, and The Miser.
Toutes nos felicitations. (If you add some accents to that, it’s French.)
In the midst of our busy lives, We Rhinos like to toss in interludes, periods of mind-clearing non-activity. We breathe.
Still Life with Rhino.
Each of our Rhino heads is like a train station, with trains of thought chugging in and out all the time.
That’s just how it is.
Washta, Iowa was officially established in 1868 by a Mr. Whisman, the postmaster there. Washta has never been large. It is called “The Coldest Place in Iowa”, referring back to a temperature of minus 47 degrees, recorded in 1912. If it was windy, nobody told Us.
The population of roughly 450 must have had a mega-shivery time of it. Goodness!
If you wish to write to folks out there, the zip code is 51061. YIR, helpful to a fault.
When things don’t go according to plan, a Rhino may sometimes indulge in some Drama, just because. It happens.
At such times, a Rhino may carry on, moaning “Why me? Why Me?!!”
The Cosmic Answer, sorry to say, is usually, “Why not you?”
Rhinos all get older on a daily basis, Naturally. We acknowledge the process. We Mature.
However, Rhinos have limited interest in Growing Up.
Where’s the fun in that?
Rhinos are always aware of the Natural World in which We are mere participants, one species among many.
We wonder if this World is merely a forerunner of the Next World, whatever that might be, OR perhaps it is the reward for our Last World?
Since We cannot really say if these surmises have anything to recommend them, Rhinos like to concentrate on this World, and be Grateful.
Your Inner Rhino 