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The higher I climb, the hotter I engage. I cannot escape from my crystal cage.
The barber of New York shave all men in New York. No man living in New York is allowed to shave himself. The barber of Nee York lives in New York. Who shaves the barber ?
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt, my merest touch brings laughter.
Who is he that runs without a leg. And his house on his back?
You should keep it as straight as can be, yet very few do. Most of the time it's slightly bent or curved. Your sadness usually causes it to bend further, but donβt bend it for too long or it may never be able to fully straighten out again. What is it?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?