Breaking the mold…

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There is an irony among all creatures: each has a label, like Rhinoceros or YIR Reader or Armadillo. While these definitions have importance, they do not nail down much of anything. A third party could probably distinguish a Rhino from a Butterfly, but there the discussion would stall.

Obviously, no two of Us are the same. We come in a startling range of styles, and always have. (See March 24) While Rhinos fit the mold, the recipe for each of Us varies. We share many qualities and sensibilities, but no one of Us is identical to another.

The same is true of gnats, in case they come up in conversation.

Artisticalitudes

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For Us, all art forms have a theoretical component. We don’t own things or make things. But We do appreciate Thing-ish ideas, mostly from a distance. We are familiar with many human cultures and aesthetics. After all, We were there for the development of most of them. Lots of ways to imagine things.

Here is a sample brooch design, celebrating the Rhino ability to move in many directions at once.

With flair.

Supper Time

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In the Wild, it does not matter what any of Us eat on a daily basis. What is for sure is that, however and whenever We end our days, We ourselves will be eaten. The Wild recycles what is left of Us, using it to benefit one and all.

Our Inner Rhino has already moved along in its own Natural Progression.

Quite a tidy system, one way and another.

Fresh from the Oven

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One thing you can be sure about is, Rhinos don’t bake. We do not want anything to do with Fire. In the Wild, there is no romance to a fireside chat, just pervasive terror. No muffin on earth is worth the associated potential for catastrophe.

Muffins; We did without them for 55 million years.

Brussel sprouts: yummy.

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Triumph of the Undone

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Procrastination has its merits, one of which is not plunging ahead on projects which might, or might not, produce something desirable. Often an idea pops up, and We can take it more seriously than it warrants. We then get into a quagmire of activity which is destined for oblivion or disappointment.

Procrastination has many virtues, but the primary one is that while We blithely wiggle along, We are as likely as not to completely forget about the brilliant insight We cherished for a moment.

Thus We spend our time in a happy mental state, unfettered by a self-delusional involvement with Purpose.

Who are We to decide what truly matters or not? Guides know, We opine.