Not just a provider.
Not just someone fulfilling a role.
Not the man who comes home in the evening and sits tiredly on the sofa.
A father.
The word carries more weight than most realize.
In the old world, the father was the first person a child observed.
The first whose stance burned itself into memory.
The first whose voice gave shape—or left wounds.
The father was the gateway between the child and the world.
Today, fatherhood is downplayed.
As if it were optional.
As if mere presence were enough.
But presence without a true stance is emptiness.
A child does not need a perfect man.
It needs a real man.
One who stands firm when the storm rages.
One who shows the way—rather than preaching.
One who looks the child in the eye and says: I am here.
This is the oldest role in the world.
And it does not begin with the birth of the child.
It begins with you.
With the question of who you are—when no one is watching.
— Richard the White Wolf
Elon is going to fill that role in the live remake.