No matter how good the information may seem, it’s best to be equipped when Hunting Treasure.
The shovel is our friend. Doubtless that is why they call it Buried Treasure.
Clarification
Your Inner Rhino feels the need to make something abundantly clear: This is not an ‘Answer Blog’. Here We ponder and wonder and blunder, but We know nothing for certain. What’s more, We’re proud of it.
Confusion, the mental state in which all critters stumble onward, does not need to worry anybody. Confusion does raise Questions, which are always valuable, however meaningless the answers are in the final analysis.
It’s the attention to what’s happening in our heads that matters. Thinking.
Color Coded
Some Readers are confused about the differences between so-called Black and White Rhinos. There is virtually no difference whatever in our natural pigmentations. Scrubbed down, We are all grayish brown or brownish gray. Gorgeous.
Where We vary from one another is in the dirt We lavish on our skin, which is what determines our color. The colors of African soils vary, so our tonalities do too.
That dusty layer protects Us from both the sun and bugs, goshdarnem.
(See posts from 11-28-15 and 12-1-15 for related fascinating data.)
Soloists
Each of Us is an Individual, which has a lot to recommend it. We share ourselves where that seems welcome. But ultimately, We each have lots more inside than We can ever share.
So our Individuality has a tinge of reservation, a knowledge that We will never be fully known.
National Hat Day
Skeetering in under the wire, We Rhinos salute you Readers’ holiday, with some elegance if little sense of modern fashion.
If it’s on our head, it’s a Hat, say We. Chins up.
Chipping away
Artists express themselves in so many ways; with paint, or stone or music or a basketball- an endless series of opportunities to translate their unique poetry into motion. Some forms last, others do not.
Ultimately, the expression echoes some particular aspect of its source.
We Rhinos take it upon ourselves to investigate and respond to artists’ efforts to engage the planet.
Somebody has to do it.
Unpredictable Us
We Rhinos like to think of ourselves as logical and self-possessed, but our Inner Rhinos are seldom fooled. Emotion is the dictating force within Us; it’s what makes Us Rhinos.
We often live in a realm somewhere between Exciting and Perplexing. Off-kilter, slippery when wet, buckle up.
Let’s call it a State of Artisticality.
Bon Anniversaire, M. Perrault
Great story teller, Charles Perrault, albeit a while ago. Good stories are good stories, lots of staying power.
Readers might find Rhino versions of his works almost unrecognizable; Rhino priorities are not universally identical to those of the Readership. Still, RhinoTots like them the way We tell them. Which is why We tell them our way.
Insecurities
Sometimes We Rhinos are prey to Vague Dread. At such times, each of Us creates a little psychic Hideaway in which to fuss about our predicaments.
Occasionally We stew away in isolation for hours… until We get hungry.
More often, the fun of imagining the Hideaway is so absorbing, We forget why We bothered to hide in the first place.
Inside tips
So the idea is, there’s each of Us and then there’s Everything that isn’t each of Us. We each look around, and comprehend what We can of what We see and hear and Smell, out there in the not Us. We try to organize that incoming data with the Us of Us, who We each are at the time.
The real Inner Rhino Regulator in the discussion is each of Us, using whatever common sense We can locate.
Another Good News, Bad News situation.
Your Inner Rhino 