$NIGHT

Samson was a Nazarite — a man of vow. His strength lay in the word given to God and in his uncut hair. He alone tore a lion apart with his bare hands, smashed city gates, and struck down Philistines by the hundreds with the jawbone of an ass.

But Samson loved risk as much as he loved women. He met Delilah — beautiful, calm, and too attentive. The Philistine lords promised her silver for the secret of the hero's strength. Delilah was in no hurry: she caressed, laughed, asked, and listened to lies — about bowstrings, new ropes, and braids woven into the loom. Each time, Samson awoke, broke the bonds, and laughed.

But daily questions wear even stone. Tired of the siege, Samson confessed: "If my hair is cut, I will become weak, like any man." At night, when he fell asleep in her lap, the scissors did what armies could not. The strength left him. Samson was blinded, shackled, and forced to grind grain like a slave.

At the feast in the temple of Dagon, the blinded hero was brought out for mockery. Samson asked to be placed between the columns and for the last time cried out to God. His hair had grown back, strength returned, the temple collapsed, burying the enemies and Samson himself.

Moral: do not give your private keys out of trust or greed.