What is the purpose of something unless it is rare or unique, is pleasing to the eye or touch, and is supremely crafted, to the point that lesser minds consider it to have an aura or kind of magic about it. A well made one-of-a-kind object is the most precious things to be sought after, where material things go. Luxury cars roll off an assembly line, fine wines trade at Southeby's but no one drinks them. Give me a dagger made of Osmium with hilts of obsidian and leather, weighted perfectly, sharp enough to cut iron. Give it heft and bearing, make it feel sexy and almost sapient. Break the mold and design when it is made, and carve words of power along its blade in the tengwar so that I may catch a swift perception of what it would have been like to be an elven lord or a hero of men, in a time before machines, in a world where everything was unique but not everything crafted to perfection. I would holster that dagger and keep it always at my side!