Life has always seemed to me like a plant that lives oni ts rhizome. Its true life is invisible, hidden in the rhizome. The part that lives above the ground lasts only a single summer....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 - Memories, Dreams and Reflections, Flamingo edition 1989, p 19
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