From my experience as an instructor

I and the Other
Careless I was... While he hardly tried to be my Other… At the beginning, I didn’t notice that…only after, when experience was my first adjective.
The tone of voice tells more while I ask … what provokes the reverse to be my Other. In between, I experience the joy of gaining success when I buried the Other whose nature was only to impress while knowing that I am cuter and his defining entity. At the end, I found out that taxonomy and contradictions can no longer open new horizons for more comparison between I and the Other whose hatred will be his poison. Namely, it is my non defining who will always be the margin for his best fools as I am the ooriginal text he can t read.