Actually, the pattern of the light (?) is as striking as the plant (?) itself.

Lots of questions there.  Lots of questions here.  It’s so much easier to ask questions than to find answers.  Maybe because there are more questions than answers anyway.  The questions can be pointed and specific and piercing.  The answers often seem vague and incomplete and unsatisfying.  Perhaps the deepest questions aren’t meant to be answered.  The awareness is in the asking?