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.
Jung Carl from Memories Dreams Reflections
These times we live, the trials of our lives, they can seem such a drama. However, is this just a question of perspective? Are we too close? Are events the petals that will drop? If so, will they fertilise the soil?
Perhaps, in this, we have no choice, causality rules and as long as humanity endures the tapestry of rhizome develops. What can we do to ensure a healthy growth?
A perspective on the ever shifting collective consciousness of humanity, inspired by Jung.