Another interrupted conversation

I am haunted by the conversation that I never had and by the memories that crowd around it. Reading the text of Derrida's talk, since published as Béliers ['Rams'], there is more that I do not understand. So there are more reasons that I carry on, and cannot carry on, the conversation that I passed over in 2003. One question that I would like to ask of Derrida concerns something I overlooked before but that I now believe moves closer to the heart of what needs to be understood. It is not about death, but about the way in which we need to carry one another. It concerns birth.