"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")
Rhizome 1 [03:51]
Rhizome 2 [04:40]
Rhizome 3 [03:57]
Rhizome 4 [04:08]
Rhizome 5 [03:33]
Rhizome 6 [02:49]
Rhizome 7 [05:36]
Rhizome 8 [03:58]