"What is called present"--that which erects itself freely before me, upright, close at hand, that which is appearing--can be given as such, as a pure upsurge owing to nothing, only in a mythical discourse in which difference would be erased. If account be taken of what divides it, cuts it up, and folds it back in its very triggering, then the present is no longer simply the present Jacques Derrida "Dissemination," 303).