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I'm light as a feather yet the strongest person can't hold me for more than a few minutes. What am I?
Adored by few, feared and hated by many. Mistress of the entire universal reason, master in the art of numbers. Some may have solved many of my mysteries, but there are still many of them to find. What am I?
My geometry is lost in the night to be found in daylight's break. The rigors of time have torn me to shreds, yet I stand to protect that which lies within. What am I?
I am just two and two. I am hot. I am cold. I am the parent of numbers that cannot be told. I am a gift beyond measure, a matter of course. What am I?
Born in the ocean and white as snow. When I fall back to water I disappear without a trace.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?