Answer:
I am cracked by Indiana Jones. What am I?
Forward Iām heavy, but backwards Iām not.
I go around in circles, but always straight ahead. Never complain, no matter where I am led.
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
I drive men mad for love of me. Easily beaten, never free.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?