I'm often found in pairs, but rarely speak. I help you gain when you're feeling weak. Though I have no voice, I'm known for my weight. What am I, that makes you lift your fate?

I am made of leather and flaxen yields, used to hurl stones across the fields. What am I?

I come out white and creamy warm, then pasteurized before your home. My form is changed with practiced hands, to something new from what I am. I’m drunk and eaten, sliced and poured, what white drink do so many adore?

I hold your cash and cards inside, and travel with you far and wide. I fold and close, yet open too, a daily thing you may use.

Scales teeter, sway, Justice's gaze, a steady hand, Equilibrium found.