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I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me, only when he last closes his eyes.
I am the beginning of eternity the end of time and space the beginning of every end the end of every place.
I ask no questions but receive a lot of answers
I can generate fear and some say I come out of your ears. I am as quiet as a mouse but not welcomed in the house.
You throw away my outside, you cook my inside. Then you eat my outside and you throw away my inside. What am I?
I always have to work with something in my eye. What am I?