James Barrie (whose birthday this is) wrote Peter Pan, or the Boy Who Wouldn’t Grow Up quite a while ago. The title says it all. In the book Peter crows, “I’m youth, I’m joy!” Quite a declaration.
Rhinos enjoy our Youth as much as any critter. We like to keep an upbeat attitude as We age. But in the Wild, carefree-dom is unknown. If it is a privilege, it is one Rhinos do without.
Joy, on the other hand, is always available. Everybody knows that.
Hooray for Moms, that’s what Rhinos say all the time. Moms can use the encouragement.
Often and loud.
Today’s Question: Is Bigger Better? Or, is Bigger just Bigger? Or is Better any Good anyway?
Here at Your Inner Rhino, the only answer We have come up with is “Maybe and Maybe Not.”
We hope this analysis has been helpful to our Readers.
When a family lasts as long as Rhinos have, We go through a great many “looks”. No matter the infinite variables, Nature is calling the shots, and our job is to explore the opportunities presented. Rhinos are nothing if not savvy. (If We weren’t, this might be Your Inner Aardvark.com.)
Today We may glance back and chuckle, but it is a fond sort of guffaw. The “look” is never the issue. The issue is always RhinoHeart.
(see Oct. 20, 2014)
There is a Conservative School of Rhino Thought that proposes that each RTot is born with an invisible identical twin Self. This idea explains why RTots never seem lonely; each has a playmate that knows that Tot every whichaway. Comforting and stimulating companionship.
The Liberal School of Rhino Thought proposes that each RTot is born with dozens of invisible twin Selves.
If We Rhinos better understood how numbers work, We would wonder if both schools might be right?
So, here We are in a field of grass, a salad bar extraordinaire.
Each plant species has unique qualities, and like Rhinos, each has a story. How old is it, what’s the day like, where is it in its life cycle, etc?
The ‘B’ in question is doing well, needs a little water, and is passing from its tangy side to its peppery phase. Our Rhino is assessing what order to consume the choices ranged all about. Rhino menus are orchestrated, not tossed together. Except when there is a shortage of fodder.
Some of the plants are NotRhino, meaning, other critters will be by soon to eat those, so We leave them be. In the Wild We try to play fair.
Alice Liddell (whose birthday this is) was the child that kick-started the Inner Rhino of Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, aka Lewis Carroll, who wrote Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass. If ever a book smacked of Inner Rhino, this is it!
Always good to know who did what back when, like say, 1865 (whenever that was).
The portrait of Miss Liddell is a YIR Special.
Medusa was pretty dissssagreable, but then, she had a lot on her mind. Ba-rump-bum!
Real Rhinos are not vain, which is what got Medusa into Trouble. No actual powder puffs for Us. Just Natural Glow.
It’s a gift.
Whereas Rhinos are done doing whatever it was and investigating that, there is always a thrill about what’s coming. Assumptions are mostly a waste of time, since We understand only a fraction of the was-and-will-be, on our best days.
So We enjoy the titillation of the Anticipation, before the Revelation arrives. Yeehaw, is what We say!
Notice Rhinos do not mention Hope. We don’t pretend to know what scenario will serve Nature, so why clutter up the process? Getting all wrapped up in Hope only invites disappointment. It’s like betting against ourselves.
Not every gift delivers unalloyed delight to its recipient.
‘Nuf said.
Your Inner Rhino 