Espa?o Sideral

The others are part of us.

We interact with different people and for each of them we do it in a unlike way. Depending on the way we feel them, whether we like them better or worst, whether they are closer or distant to us we use a distinct face, voice and being.

We are mutants as we transform in contact with others. So where is our identity? Do we have one? Is it a single one or several multiple characters that show according each people that comes into our life?

It seems we must not think only of ourselves but also in the others:
The others are part of us.