[T]o begin to love life, to know birth. Including my own…. A new rule of life: to breathe without writing, from now on, to breathe beyond writing…. [W]ithout writing, without phrase, without murder…. Beyond the instinct of death, beyond the instinct of power and mastery. Writing without writing. Another writing, the other of writing, the altered writing, the one that has always traversed mine in silence.

Derrida, La Veilleuse, via.