You can’t hammer tin into iron, no matter how hard you beat it, but that doesn’t mean tin is useless.
Why is it that when one man builds a wall, the next man immediately needs to know what’s on the other side?
What is honor compared to a woman’s love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms…or the memory of a brother’s smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.