Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns they blaze away,
McCarthy pumps the old bassoon and I the pipes do play,
And Hennessy Yennessy toodles the flute and music is somethin’ grand,
A credit to old Ireland is McNamara’s Band!
Pizza Mind
When you visit Your Inner Rhino, you ponder bits of information from Us, pieces of Rhino Mind. So, you are using your Minds to access ours. Lots of Pieces of Mind- revelations, comparisons, associations, confusions, insights, all Pieces of Mind, both ours and your own, in a convoluted tango.
Without your applied communication skills and imagination, the Rhino point of view would be meaningless. So perhaps what We are getting at is that intelligence and fellow-feeling are greater capacities than either you or We should take credit for. We do not invent our own potential, none of Us.
And from that idea may come some Peace of Mind.
Trepidation, uh oh!
Rhinos are not superstitious, mostly.
Julius Caesar was assassinated on the Ides of March (today, the 15th), some time ago. The idea makes some people nervous. Now if We were to go about condemning dates for abrupt Rhino departures, each of Us would be a big tottering Wet Mess.
How to avoid the Pitfalls of Fate is anybody’s guess. If Disaster is just lurking somewhere for you anyway, why fret about it?
Life is made up of events, some joyous, some less so. Why saddle your mind with dread, especially if it accomplishes nothing? Better to go shopping for a new toga.
When the chips are down…
Your Inner Rhino is having slightly damaged feelings. There are a few (unnamed) doubters in the ranks of YIR Readers for whom this message is intended. All the Holidays mentioned in this blog are official occasions. The reader only needs to Google the holiday in question to be assured of the devotion to even-handed reportage aspired to by Your Inner Rhino.
In that spirit, We mention: this is National Potato Chip Day.
Pi are squared…
Archimedes was an olde Greek genius, who liked to scamper around town in the nude when he had a Big Idea. (We are full of Big Ideas and go nude all the time, so what’s the big deal?) He discovered many tricky things, they say.
One of his Big Ideas was called Pi, which has something to do with mathematics and geometry (?!?). It doesn’t look like much, but it is highly regarded in some circles (ho ho). Rhinos are challenged to count to six, so the details of Archimedes’ work will go without explanation on Your Inner Rhino. Few of Us ever met him.
The point is: March 14th, is Pi Day because it is the third month, 14th day. 3.14159265 etc.&etc., is Pi’s mathematical value, so Voila! Pi Day. If this is still cloudy, ask anybody else for help.
We understand it is a Major Holiday for our readers, and We like to support your enthusiasms. Party long and loud, with our best wishes. See Archimedes in his tub? “Eureka!” means “I figured it out”. Yell that.
2+7= ?
Cultural Conundrums
Some places are having Daylight Saving Time. Congratulations to them, We guess. But what it is and how it works is perplexing. It may just end up being a mystery which does not yield to our cogitations. How something can be then and now at once doesn’t seem natural.
In Asia and Africa (where We live), nobody has this peculiar tradition today. It has been tried, but why it was then and why it isn’t now, well don’t ask Us.
Here is a good question: who is keeping Nightlight Savings? Hmmmmm? Ask yourself that.
YourInnerRhino.com is not afraid to tackle thorny issues, as you can see.
How Many Candles???
Methuselah lived to be 969 years old, which is a human record, We are told. (This picture is Us pretending to be Methuselah.)
Counting may seem natural, but that’s only because somebody believes in it. Rhinos don’t discount it, heh heh, but then We don’t find numbers convincing. What’s the difference between a hundred and a thousand? Spelling.
One thing We can tell you is that a While Ago and before that, many critters lived scads of time, much more than today. Methuselah would just have been one of the crowd Back When. How We know this is Inscrutable, so don’t badger Us about it. As far as We can recall, We used to live a few thousand years at a crack.
It stands to reason: without a thousand years, how could We pack so much delight into one lifetime? Your Inner Rhino: Logic triumphs again!
While We have your attention, No, We do not grow beards, so We had to use a fake one. But We do have hair here and there. We are mammals, and proud of it, though what advantage mammals have over any other critter, We don’t know.
Progress will be when We don’t care.
Twinkle Toes
Rhinos don’t wear shoes. Even in a fantasy situation, it just isn’t a Rhino thing to do. When We lose contact with the earth, We just get Way Squirrely. So no shoes, except for special pretend, and making a point.
What brought Cinderella to mind was the “Aha!” of finding that the shoe was the Perfect Fit. This is how We each feel when that peak adolescent moment grabs Us, when We discover that perfect thing for Us to do with ourselves- our own Quest. Nobody else could wear that shoe, nobody else can undertake our Big Mission or make that unique contribution to Rhinodom. That Quest is our own particular version of Adulthood.
“Ahas” don’t get much bigger than that.
Weather or not…
With water or without is the way We do weather, given where We live. Asia serves up plenty of water in Monsoon, and Africa occasionally has rains, but they are much more modest. Either way, We know when it is raining. We notice. Depending on where one lives, different courses of action recommend themselves, because one thing water likes to do is congregate. Sometimes it makes streams, but other times it makes torrents. Can get messy for those not as Quick as We are.
Plants react well to rain. They grow. We have seen this happen. Most of Us still opine that rain is responsible for our own growth. We are big, so it stands to reason that rain is the key ingredient. We have been exposed to other theories, but they are not as engaging as our version, so We stick with that one.
Science has its adherents, but We are in no hurry, thank you.
Zeroing in
We do wish We had tighter control over the mental systems that determine our focus. Given how much We need to consider, moment by moment as well as on a Grander Scale, our wiring is challenged, yes it is. We think of this, then that, then this again (from a new angle) or possibly thing #3, or #76 (numbers!?!).
Somewhere inside Us, Somebody has a thumb on the channel changer, and does not seem to have much patience between flipping stations. If We were clear on Who is in there clicking away, We would address that Whoever and say, “Get a grip!”.
Ah, but would Who listen?
Your Inner Rhino 