NP - Carl Jung's Autobiography

[Ian Livingston]

That reminds me that I need to trim the old greens off the irises
before the next warm front starts things popping.


On Sun, Jan 12, 2014 at 4:51 PM, David Morris <fqmorris at gmail.com> wrote:
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> Memories, Dreams, Reflections (1963)
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> From the prologue:
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> 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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