I'm a fantastic form of insulation, so long as your lungs don't digest my gestation. I was once in cigarette filters, which truly hits that coffin nail on the head; hell, we used to make blankets to sleep out of this.

I house the past for all to see, In halls of quiet history. From ancient times to modern view, I keep the past preserved for you.

What did Zeus use to punish and have as a symbol for power?

In origins I was not in existence; this tube based system required manual assistance. Then a clicker came by, connected by string; until infrared changed the scene. My onomatopoeic name changed to this singular six letter answer, all about control.

Hidden by some, flaunted by others. Pride’s evil uncle, a king stealing brother. A lesson long seen, beyond when recovered. With you til the end, Don’t remember? Get another.