This time it belongs to Jacques Derrida, who is asked which philosopher he would like to be his mother (concerning the father, he has made his choice btw).
What I love about Derrida that at this point he is contemplating to be his own mother or even stranger giving birth to his own mother. And even stranger I sort of do relate.
The distinction between (male) philosophy and (female) thinking made me think of the fairy tale of The Peasant's Wise Daughter.
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