Eight Rhizomes (2007)

For Norbert.

“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”)