Answer:
The one who makes it, sells it. The one who buys it, never uses it. The one that uses it never knows that heβs using it.
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams, my merest touch brings laughter
I have three hundred cattle, with a single nose cord
Soldiers line up spaced with pride. Two long rows lined side by side. One sole unit can decide, if the rows will unite or divide.
They try to beat me, they try in vain. And when I win, I end the pain.
What language does a billboard speak?