Religious Echoes of the Errant Text: Darker Shades of Derrida's Pathless Way

I employ these words, I admit, with a glance towards the operations of childbearing–but also with a glance towards those who, in a society from which I do not exclude myself, turn their eyes away when faced by the as yet unnameable which is proclaiming itself and which can do so …only under the species of the nonspecies, in the formless, mute, infant and terrifying form of monstrosity. The question of writing could be opened only if the book was closed. The joyous wandering of the graphein then became wandering without return.