Shiny haired seeds of Pachypodium saundersii have been released here from an open follicle, waiting for their wind transportation to arrive. Each kite-shaped flat brown seed has a tuft of long, straight white hairs radiating out in all directions from its narrow end. This tuft gives it wings for the major life event of a single flight to destiny.

The landing spot? Each will be deposited randomly in an unknown place, near or far in the surrounding countryside. Who knows which one will land opportunely to grow in a crevice of another rocky outcrop? Or how many will make it? Who knows which may be eaten? And by what? Will they still manage to germinate later if eaten?

The future is not for the living to know. Nature endows them all to give their all, to live without doubting, to strive hard while not knowing.