 I want to end with, I guess, a big picture question, of course. Because the saguaro is so linked today with the iconography of the West, of Arizona, of this part of the world that we live in, and you've really kind of looked at the history of that. I wonder if you have any reflections on why that is, like why we are so entranced by this giant cactus. Like what is it that kind of beckons us or calls us?