NP - Carl Jung's Autobiography

[David Morris]

Memories, Dreams, Reflections (1963)

>From the prologue:

Life has always seemed to me like a plant that lives on its rhizome. Its
true life is invisible, hidden in the rhizome. The part that appears above
ground lasts only a single summer. Then it withers away—an ephemeral
apparition. When we think of the unending growth and decay of life and
civilizations, we cannot escape the impression of absolute nullity. Yet I
have never lost a sense of something that lives and endures underneath the
eternal flux. What we see is the blossom, which passes. The rhizome remains.
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