Answer:
The more you look at it, The less you see.
I cannot be felt, seen or touched; Yet I can be found in everybody; My existence is always in debate; Yet there is a style of music named after me.
We are two brothers on opposite sides of the road, but we never see each other. Who are we?
What can run but never walks, has a mouth but never talks, has a head but never weeps, has a bed but never sleeps?
The distance from the top of your head to the floor standing up straight.
What language does a billboard speak?