“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. What we see is the blossom, which passes. The rhizome remains.”

—  C.G. Jung , book Memories, Dreams, Reflections

Closing lines of the preface.
Memories, Dreams, Reflections (1963)

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