A game of mirrors, between one and the other.

The others are not hell, as the French philosopher Sartre said. The other is, instead, an essential element of our own being and of the consciousness we have of ourselves. It is in the face of the other that we can see, more or less faithfully reproduced, day after day, the image of our own face. It is in their eyes that we can share our fears and our joys. And it is from the union of our eyes with those of the other that we build our social being, that social animal of which Aristotle spoke.