A dying father hands his son more than property. He names the sources a good life draws on, and the naming matters. Help comes from the God of the father, from the tradition that came before and made the present possible. To be blessed is to be connected upward to what is highest and downward to what is deepest, and to stand rooted between them without being torn apart.
The breasts and the womb belong in this list because they name the generative ground that feeds and renews. Abundance is not seized by force. It comes to the one who has ordered himself rightly across the vertical span of existence and along the line of his own blood. A man who honours his father, and the depths, and the sources that nourish, positions himself where the good things gather. Blessing settles on a life arranged that way.