to the thing that turns and nothing gets in/out
"At the midpoint on the journey of life, I found myself in a dark forest, for the clear path was lost..." -Dante Alighieri
oooo... what about a lock?
"At the midpoint on the journey of life, I found myself in a dark forest, for the clear path was lost..." -Dante Alighieri
A hill full, a hole full, yet you cannot catch a bowl full. What is it? Smoke...or gas... or air...
Iron roof and glass walls, burns and burns yet never falls.
An oldd fashioned lantern?
A riddle, a riddle, I suppose: a hundred eyes yet not a nose!
Had to look this one up... a Cinder sifter? Could easily be a sieve I suppose.
And yes, the answer to the girls who killed her sister is indeed hoping that she'd see the guy again at the funeral.
The interesting catch is that that question is actually used in psychoanalyzing people.
For some reason, normal people cannot grasp the concept, but sociopaths get it INSTANTLY!
Tell the riddle at work and be careful accepting rides from the quiet guy who gets the answer.
"A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, con a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyse a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects"
Robert A. Heinlein
The full "Twas Muttered" riddle... may make it easier or harder...
'Twas in heaven pronounced, and 'twas muttered in hell,
An echo caught faintly the sound as it fell;
On the confines of earth 'twas permitted to rest,
And the depths of the ocean its presence confessed;
'Twill be found in the sphere when 'tis riven asunder,
Be seen in the lightning and heard in the thunder.
'Twas allotted to man with his earliest breath,
Attends him at birth, and awaits him in death,
Presides o'er his happiness, honor, and health,
Is the prop of his house, and the end of his wealth.
In the heaps of the miser 'tis hoarded with care,
But is sure to be lost on the prodigal heir.
It begins every hope, every wish it must bound,
With the husbandman toils, and with monarchs is crowned.
Without it the soldier, the seaman may roam,
But woe to the wretch who expels it from home!
In the whispers of conscience its voice will be found,
Nor e'en in the whirlwind of passion be drowned.
'Twill not soften the heart; but though deaf be the ear,
It will make it acutely and instantly hear.
Yet in shade let it rest, like a delicate flower,
Ah... breathe on it softly, - it dies in an hour.
("A Riddle", by Joanna Baillie, 1762-1851)
Yes, I know the answer but didn't put it here so the rest of y'all could get it...
"A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, con a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyse a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects"
Robert A. Heinlein
Close...but not quite what I'm looking for. You're on the right track though.
Nope. Keep trying.
Nice work. That is the correct answer.
A sieve is the correct answer, a colander fits as well.
LOL.
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