Answer:
I have three hundred cattle, with a single nose cord
Scythe of darkness, Shadow’s light. Guiding eye of thirteenth sight.
You heart it speak, for it has a hard tongue. But it cannot breathe, for it has not a lung.
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
My first is equality; my second is inferiority; my whole is superiority.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?