![]() Many people have participated in the story of our times and written about it if the reader wants an account of that, let him turn to them or get somebody to tell it to him. They were the fiery magma out of which the stone that had to be worked was crystallized.Īll other memories of travels, people and my surroundings have paled beside these interior happenings. These form the prima materia of my scientific work. That is why I speak chiefly of inner experiences, amongst which I include my dreams and visions. In the end the only events in my life worth telling are those when the imperishable world irrupted into this transitory one. What we see is the blossom, which passes. Yet I have never lost a sense of something that lives and endures underneath the eternal flux. When we think of the unending growth and decay of life and civilizations, we cannot escape the impression of absolute nullity. Then it withers away an ephemeral apparition. The part that appears above ground lasts only a single summer. ![]() ![]() Its true life is invisible, hidden in the rhizome. Life has always seemed to me like a plant that lives on its rhizome. ![]()
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