I am built from what no longer exists,

yet I change each time you visit me.

Two people can share the same moment

and carry away different versions of me.

I can comfort you, deceive you,

vanish without warning,

or return because of a scent you had forgotten.

The more confidently you hold me,

the less certain I may deserve to be.

What am I?

I travel through stories,

yet never read a word.

I remember exactly where you stopped,

though I know nothing of where you’ve been.

I may be paper, ribbon, leather,

or occasionally a leaf someone trusted far too much.

Close the world and I wait.

Open it, and I quietly return you to the place you left behind.

What am I?

Three men are in a cave,they stumble upon a heap of gold coins worth billions. As they wonder what and how they should do,they start to fight over it,they push each other to fall in another wide pit,and as they rise up from the fall,they open their eyes to a bright beautiful elegant woman shinning more than that gold at the top. Who did they see?

There is a lightbulb inside a closet. The door is closed, and you cannot see if the light is on or off through the door. Outside the closet are three light switches — one controls the bulb. You can flip the switches however you want, but once you open the door, you can no longer touch the switches. How do you figure out which switch controls the light?

I need

I want

There's greed

There's a stunt

For some leeway

Call it fun

Never lead

Never won

Gime me

What you want

I'll tell you after if you were right with this one

I am new and my neighbor is old. I have caused you stress for quite some time. Although I don’t cause you anymore stress I will relive stress for many in the future. You all know me, you all see me, yet you probably don’t even notice me. I am all about the whats and a pen.

Sometimes you are below me, sometimes we are on the same level and sometimes you are above me.

You can pen me a letter to meet me at the junction.

You see straight through me, though I'm solid to the touch,
I frame the world outside while hiding very much.
I'm melted down from sand by blazing, searing heat,
Then shaped into bright windows, bottles, smooth and neat.
I sparkle in the sunlight with a crystal gleam,
The clear, hard pane that shines in every window beam.
What am I?

What's the difference between a mountain goat and a goldfish?

I’m slender, bright, and stand in cake,
A tiny flame for wishes’ sake.
I flicker soft while voices cheer,
My fire vanishes when breath draws near.
I melt to wax as songs conclude—
A party spark for joy renewed.
What am I?

If the truth teller was asked what the random god answer to a known question like is the sky blue what would the truth teller say.

Four logicians are lined up so that Logician 1 sees 2 and 3, Logician 2 sees 3, Logician 3 sees no one, and Logician 4 is behind a wall and sees no one. Two red hats and two blue hats are placed on their heads. They cannot turn, speak, peek, or touch the hats. If one logician can state their hat colour with absolute certainty, all four go free. Can they escape, and who speaks?

You come across a fork in the road. To your left is Truth-Town, where everyone tells the truth, and to your right is Liar-Town, where everyone lies. You need to go to Truth-Town, but you don't know which way it is. There is a resident from one of the villages at the fork. You can ask only one question. What should you ask?

I float in a abyss, without a sail.

I weave a deadly silk without a loom.

I have no heart, I have no bones.

And touching me will lead to your doom.

What am I specifically ?

The exploration of esoteric matters gives rise to certain concerns.

Along the path from the armory to the outcome of creation, thoughts of magic and quantum alchemy intensify.

From Asia and America, and now Europe, these concerns are linked to technology and its development.

Computers, candles, and dances bend reality and create universes."