Never resting, never still, moving silently from hill to hill. It does not walk, run or trot. All is cool where it is not. What is it?
You live in a one-story house made entirely of red wood. What color would the stairs be?
There are no stairs! (Assuming no basement)
If you are running a race, and pass the second-place person, what place are you in?
Of no use for one, yet absolute bliss to two. The small boy gets it for nothing. The young man has to lie for it. The old man has to buy it. The baby’s right, the lover’s privilege, the hypocrite’s mask. To the young girl, faith. To the married woman, hope. To the old maid, charity. What am I?
What jumps higher than a building?
Everything; buildings don’t jump. (Or a person on the roof of a building.)
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