removing my first letter makes me related removing my second letter makes me no good removing my last letter makes me active removing all three makes me me

I can be righteous. I can be blind. I can make you move, or put you in a bind. I can be understandable, or make no sense; Lose control of me, and you'll get no compliments.

I am what men love more than life, fear more than death or mortal strife, what dead men have and rich require. I'm what contented men desire.

I bind without rope, I weigh nothing, yet I crush. I follow you into every choice, But vanish when you know too much.

I’m born when giants meet their end, yet even light can’t escape my bend. I warp both time and stretch out space, with singularity at my base. No surface have I, no solid face, but cross my edge and there’s no retrace.