🎭 “Lo, The Weight of a Hundred Sorrows Maketh a Titan of Him…” 🎭 Behold the soul who hath walked through storms so fierce that sunlight itself did learn its worth by contrast. For what is joy, if not the sweet relief that followeth anguish? What is triumph, save the echo of pain overcome? Aye—sunny days glow brighter only when rain hath carved its lessons upon the flesh. Life, that merciless tutor, striketh both body and spirit, leaving scars unseen and seen. Yet still he standeth. This verse