"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 the 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 the sense of something that lives and endures beneath the eternal flux.
What we see is blossom, which passes.
The rhizome remains."
(Carl Jung: Prologue from "Memories, Dreams, Reflections")