Wickedness is all very well, but nobody’s mood is lightened when the Support Team is unruly and noisy. It’s just a Fact of Life. Wicked becomes wicked-er.
Pros and cons. That’s just How It Is.
YIR Philosophy: hard to beat!
Humpty Dumpty
Many things do not come with a Re-Assembly Manual. Sad but true. They only bounce once.
Relationships can work just the same way. Rhinos know this.
Pressing forward…
Even when Life has delivered a body blow, We Rhinos must pull ourselves together and proceed. We get a few days to rearrange our mental furniture, then We suit up.
We may not feel Super, but We stand tall and fake it. With some luck, We are fooled ourselves, which is helpful.
If that doesn’t work, We try again Tomorrow. Gives Us something to look forward to.
Shell Shock
Cowardice is sometimes thought of as lack of courage in Stressful Situations. Shot Nerves are something else, and may simply indicate the limit of a Rhino’s ability to cope.
Feeling Worn Out may be a signal that that Rhino is Worn Out.
Tin-credible, on the mend
When We have been left in the rain to rust, or suffer from other total numbness, it’s good to know there may be a remedy. We may not know what it is, but somebody else may.
In Surprising Times, Rhinos have to have faith that more often than not, things do work out.
Happily, Rhinos are Stalwart! Naturally.
Getting Home?
Sometimes We can’t get home again, no matter where We are now. No road back there. It isn’t how the place is, but how We now see it.
Today We Rhinos are disoriented, and that is no treat.
Maybe now We need to pay closer attention.
Disappointments
When things do not go as We had hoped, even Rhinos are tempted to get discombobulated, inside.
It happens.
Oh, Toto
The tornado is done, but when Dorothy opens that door, what will Munchkin Land look like?
We wonder, and try not to quake. Wherever she is, it won’t be Kansas any more. No matter who is running the Emerald City.
Star Light, Star Bright…
Mr. Edmond Halley was Astronomer Royal in England, born today in 1656. There is a comet named after him, because he figured out that it would show up every 75 (or maybe 76) years. Mr. Halley was 27 when the comet flew by, its solo appearance in his lifetime.
Rhinos are not gifted at counting. Our system is to keep looking up, in case it is 75 (or maybe 76) years now. Time is tricky stuff, and you never know. Well, We Rhinos certainly don’t.
He wore a wig. Very chic.
Politix 30
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Your Inner Rhino 