“… in that sleep of death what dreams may come?” Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act 3 Scene 1
As C. G. Jung states in Memories, Dreams, Reflections (2017): life always appears as a plant living on its rhizome. True life is invisible, hidden in the rhizome. Ultimately, the only events in my life worth telling are those in which the immortal world has erupted into this transitory world. I speak primarily of inner experiences, among which I include my dreams and visions. These form the raw material of my scientific work…
