Presence (n.) is proximity. The deconstruction of 'presence' requires a distancing called 'the trace'.
Presence (n.) is an ineluctable nostalgia that turns the sign's heterogeneity into a unity by declaring that a sign brings forth the presence of the signified.
Presence (n.) is itself under erasure: differance produces our differential hold on presence and never produces presence as such.
Presence (n.) can be articulated only if fragmented into discourse; castration and dismemberment are both a menace to discourse and its condition.
Presence (n.) is the form in which the meaning of being has been determined: the thing seen as eidos, the now as point, the cogito's self-presence.
Presence (n.) is the formal essence of the signified, and its proximity to the logos as phone is the privilege of presence.
Presence (n.) is life without differance: another name for death.
Presence (n.) acquires an infinite assurance once the subject is self-present to itself in consciousness.
Presence (n.) is delivered in the present only as a chimera: what is no longer deferred is also absolutely deferred.
Presence (n.) is never fully given: something promises itself as it escapes, and strictly speaking it cannot even be called presence.
Presence (n.) is possible only because its privation is the condition of experience.
Presence (n.) is the present from which we think time, which hides the reverse necessity: to think the present from time as differance.
Presence (n.) comes from a lived suppression of differance: a reduction of the opacity of the signifier in speech.
Presence (n.) is absence: the positive is the negative, life is death, and this repetitive supplementarity is caught in no dialectic.
Presence (n.) is always a receiving of pleasure, and whatever dislocates it introduces delay, a spacing between desire and pleasure.
Presence (n.) makes sense only inside logocentric closure: even when adequation is given up, truth still favours a vision filled and satisfied by presence.
Presence (n.) is violence, and the living present is marked by death from the start.
The Presence (n.) we call God is only the forgetting of a nothing, the eluding of elusion itself.
Presence (n.) pure and simple is an enigma: duplication, original repetition, auto-affection, and differance.
Presence (n.) is the ether of metaphysics, the element our thought is caught in.