I wear many coats though I’m not for the cold, I make strong folks cry, though I’m timid and old. Chop me to bits, I’ll still flavour your bowl

I hold you up, but can't take you around Weak men lack me, but strong men wear me down The books you read, all have great need You can crack me, but never break a piece

Wide optics engage, Capturing all horizons, Vision machine’s sweep.

My first three can hold a lot of water. But drop me into water, and I explode. What am I?

a lightning strike where oceans end if you need it, sight i’ll lend delicate though beware my bite made of grains, stone, ash, and si inky black or crystal clear in certain lights, specters appear