Answer:
I am whole but incomplete. I have no eyes, yet I see. You can see, and see right through me. My largest part is one fourth of what I once was.
By the way, what never moves, wears shoes, sandals and boots, but has no feet?
What flies without wings? What passes all things? What mends all sorrow? What brings the morrow?
A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
I am believed to be only one dimensional, and tinier than anything can be, and there are many who say that I am the basis of all that we see. What am I?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?