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Derrida's contributions are abundant and still bearing fruit even after his eventual and gentle demise. The world will never be the same nor we who roam its always already erasable 'presence'. And Presence of course, per Jacques' contention, is it at the very heart of the mythology of 'us'. The First World Whites. Nature's finest ontico-ontological athletes. But as insular natives of our own uncolonisable domain, it took his linguistic anthropology to trek us inwards into the jungle of our own texts and ancient cowrie trade of ideas, and so finally visit ourselves as 'others' and see, as tourists, the dusty Zoo of Cartesian and post Cartesian Science, our own unconscious metaphysics and cosmology, our most ferverent myth and Truth - and see it as arbritrary, contingent and inchoate irredeemably. "This is what you want, this is what you get." And this with all the shock of a cult survivor watching in horror the deprogramming of a whole world of delusion and error. With that earnest but alien primitivity and stark National Geographic reality, the post Derridean baptism has left on me an ineradicable bewildered but some how epochal feeling of illumination of sorts. Anyone else feel the same?