They don’t fancy equality, don’t want to sing the same song. They just want to rise above each other. Both in mud, bound by the same chain, instead of helping each other to stand up for freedom, they turn against one other, seeing each other as a springboard for a selfish desire for power.
Who will oppress whom, who will exalt whom? Which one will be stronger, taller, and more beautiful, which one will first get married?
There is no choice of means, there’s only a goal, a crown, and a tick on the letter S!
