Give me a answer, urgent

"it was when i read the first of the books i found in my house that i saw the word “i.” and when i understood this word, the book fell from my hands, and i wept, i who had never known tears. i wept in deliverance and in pity for all mankind.

i understood the blessed thing which i had called my curse. i understood why the best in me had been my sins and my transgressions; and why i had never felt guilt in my sins. i understood that centuries of chains and lashes will not kill the spirit of man nor the sense of truth within him.

i read many books for many days. then i called the golden one, and i told her what i had read and what i had learned. she looked at me and the first words she spoke were:

“i love you.”

then i said:

“my dearest one, it is not proper for men to be without names. there was a time when each man had a name of his own to distinguish him from all other men. so let us choose our names. i have read of a man who lived many thousands of years ago, and of all the names in these books, his is the one i wish to bear. he took the light of the gods and he brought it to men, and he taught men to be gods. and he suffered for his deed as all bearers of light must suffer. his name was prometheus.”

“it shall be your name,” said the golden one.

“and i have read of a goddess,” i said, “who was the mother of the earth and of all the gods. her name was gaea. let this be your name, my golden one, for you are to be the mother of a new kind of gods.”

“it shall be my name,” said the golden one.

now i look ahead. my future is clear before me.

then here, on this mountaintop, with the world below me and nothing above me but the sun, i shall live my own truth. gaea is pregnant with my child. our son will be raised as a man. he will be taught to say “i” and to bear the pride of it. he will be taught to walk straight and on his own feet. he will be taught reverence for his own spirit.

these are the things before me. and as i stand here at the door of glory, i look behind me for the last time. i look upon the history of men, which i have learned from the books, and i wonder. it was a long story, and the spirit which moved it was the spirit of man’s freedom. but what is freedom? freedom from what? there is nothing to take a man’s freedom away from him, save other men. to be free, a man must be free of his brothers. that is freedom. that and nothing else.

at first, man was enslaved by the gods. but he broke their chains. then he was enslaved by the kings. but he broke their chains. he was enslaved by his birth, by his kin, by his race. but he broke their chains.

but then he gave up all he had won, and fell lower than his savage beginning.

what brought it to pass? what disaster took their reason away from men? what whip lashed them to their knees in shame and submission? the worship of the word “we.”

but i still wonder how it was possible, in those graceless years of transition, long ago, that men did not see whither they were going, and went on, in blindness and cowardice, to their fate. i wonder, for it is hard for me to conceive how men who knew the word “i” could give it up and not know what they lost.

perhaps, in those days, there were a few among men, a few of clear sight and clean soul, who refused to surrender that word. what agony must have been theirs before that which they saw coming and could not stop! perhaps they cried out in protest and in warning. and they, these few, fought a hopeless battle, and they perished with their banners smeared by their own blood.

theirs is the banner in my hand. and i wish i had the power to tell them that the despair of their hearts was not to be final, and their night was not without hope. through all the darkness, through all the shame of which men are capable, the spirit of man will remain alive on this earth. it may sleep, but it will awaken. it may wear chains, but it will break through. and man will go on. man, not men.

for the coming of that day shall i fight, i and my sons and my chosen friends. for the freedom of man. for his rights. for his life. for his honor.

and here, over the portals of my fort, i shall cut in the stone the word which is to be my beacon and my banner. the word which will not die, should we all perish in battle. the word which can never die on this earth, for it is the heart of it and the meaning and the glory."

"the sacred word: "
"ego"

read the story above and write your explanation of equality 7-2521’s point of view in chapter 12 of anthem. be sure to include

- a statement of equality 7-2521’s point of view
- a description of the details that support equality 7-2521’s point of view
- an explanation of how what equality 7-2521 has learned from his experience