Answer:
How far will a blind dog walk into a forest?
A dagger thrust at my own heart, dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand, and right I yield, to the twisting of the blade.
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?
It's been around for millions of years, but is never more than a month old. What is it?
What I am filled, I can point the way. When I am empty. Nothing moves me. I have two skins. One without and one within.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?