I like Derrida. He was a troublemaker and got a lot of people angry at him. Not just at the end of his life like most people. He’s an absurdist without the humor. I love him to pieces… which aren’t really pieces but deconstructs whose nature is contingent upon ideologies with questionably traceable histories yet whose truths are entirely contained both within and without the context of the text itself, which is uncontained yet entirely contained and neither and both can and cannot be considered truths and untruths without considering the relevance of the latter to the former’s inversion.