Answer:
Different lights do make me strange, thus into different sizes I will change.
Above all things have I been placed Thus have I, a man disgraced. I describe sunlight or lock But after all, I'm just a rock
The stack just might be sent all over. Full of what's new, yet it's nearly obsolete.
What has one eye but cannot see?
I am cracked by Indiana Jones. What am I?
What is always coming but never arrives?