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.
Jung deploys the rhizome as his central metaphor for the psyche’s authentic being, locating true life in the invisible subterranean ground rather than in the ephemeral conscious existence visible above the surface.
, Memories, Dreams, Reflections, 1963thesis