Adolescence is a great time for the young, and an extraordinary time for their moms. Big Adventures with Vast Horizons! Going where no Rhino has gone before, or not recently at any rate.
The Good Thing is that most of Us, young and older, survive the excitement, as can be deduced from the fact that We are here to discuss the matter. Just part of the Merriment of being a Rhinoceros!
No joke, it’s a privilege.
When We Rhinos are confronted with a Problem, We often feel pressed to Consider matters and arrive at some Definitive Conclusion. What makes these crises daunting is that often We don’t care about the Answer, muchless the Question. Nature dictates Policy, not We.
So We simply toss the whole business into a mental hopper, and pick an answer, almost at random. And nobody else seems much the wiser. Ask anybody. Assuming they were listening in the first place. Which seems unlikely.
Rhinos are all talented tiptoers. It comes with the package. Each of our feet has three toes, but We mainly use the middle toes, which is slightly larger than the others. The two outside toes are good for balance and standing, but when We go into Action, that middle toe takes Charge.
Thus you see that although We are mighty and largish, when it comes to grace and precision, We Rhinos are on our toes.
Marvelous.
For more Toe Talk, see Oct. 23, 2014.
Sometimes a thing seems mighty tempting, like it would be great to take it home and adore it. But Rhinos must face it: We don’t own anything. No marina, no semaphore flags, no hornpipe recordings. And We can’t eat it!
We find it easier to Appreciate these wonders at a distance, but to then proceed unencumbered by Stuff.
On our merry way.
Despite our obvious dynamism, Rhinos are a remarkably sentimental group. We have a marked sweet spot for days of yore. We rest assured on our long history, but still, We mostly focus on the last few hundred years when Nostalgia is the topic.
Though Rhinos focus on Today and its call to action, We can nonetheless peek back on many memories and associations which warm them little cockles of the heart. The fact that many of those memories are demi-fictiontal does not impact them in any way.
Why wait for Valentine’s day?
That’s right: Rhinos don’t sweat. Our body heat moderation is dealt with in other ways, the easiest to spot being Us in the mud. (See: 6-28-15) Mud not only protects our hides, but discourages insects and their kin. And mud cools Us off. Ditto rolling in dust.
The picture, though charming, is entirely fanciful; it has nothing to do with Facts. Why would We ever disguise our odor? The way We smell is what informs all our ranks of just what’s up with Us. That singular whiff is a major achievement for each and every Rhino. It is 77% of what qualifies Us as Masterpieces.
Downwind is where everybody wants to be. Ask anybody.
Each of Us must play the cards We get, making the best of the Great Predicament, namely that none of Us understands the rules of the game. A fistful of cards, yet no comforting idea of what to do with them.
You don’t have to be a Rhino to feel adrift. It’s the same for each and every everybody else.
Each critter just has to deal with it.
Emotions are grand and Passions can satisfy some internal itch. Admitted. However, Rhinos find that spacing tantrums and fits gives them a pleasing air of the Exceptional.
Frenzy can be habit forming.
Rhinos frequently have the need to Get Going. And with that impulse, off We go. We often change course along the way anyway, so why confuse matters with questions about Going Where? We pick up, We pack out, and discover the day as We proceed.
And We greet that day as seems appropriate at that time. What’s the rational alternative?
A RIDDLE for our Readers:
Q: What’s the difference between a tube of toothpaste and a Rhinoceros?
A: If you squeeze a toothpaste tube long enough, there’s nothing left inside. But you can squeeze and squeeze and squeeze a Rhinoceros, and there will still be plenty of Rhinoceros inside.
Yet another YIR Revelation!
Your Inner Rhino 