in the preexploitative era, when humanity was but a whisper against the cacophony of nature, i marveled at the mysterious rhinoceros, a beast as ancient as the very earth underfoot. its resilience taught me to brush aside trivial concerns and harness insights from the natural world. each night, under the shroud of darkness, i would observe them, feeling a kinship with their solitary nature. they reminded me that no matter how many centuries pass, there is always an opportunity to start again, to rediscover the world through fresh, immortal eyes.