I see it as this irreplaceable living being that one day enters my space, enters this place where it
can encounter me, see me, even see me naked. Nothing can ever take away from me the certainty that what we have here is an existence that refuses to be conceptualized. And a mortal existence, for from the moment that it has a name, its name survives it. It signs its potential disappearance. Mine also, and this disappearance, from that moment to this is announced each time that, naked or not, one of us leaves the room.
Brief exert from Derrida's talk called "The Animal that Therefore I am"