The impulse to compare seldom arises from innocent curiosity; more often, it is conceived in jealousy. Comparison, when rooted in envy, is not an act of understanding but of quiet aggression — a subtle attempt to reduce what it cannot equal and to tarnish what it secretly covets.
When two wise men converse, their dialogue becomes a meeting of minds — a space where ideas are refined, perspectives widened, and truth approached through mutual illumination. But when two fools engage in discourse, it is not wisdom they seek, but reassurance. Their exchange becomes a mirror of insecurities, where each soothes his own inferiority by magnifying the imagined deficiencies of the other.
