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I am created through suffering, inspiration, joy, and even despair. Born as an idea, and then presented to the human eye. Unlike living things, I never die. What am I?
Tear me off and scratch my head what once red is now black.
Find me on body builders or in the drink aisle.
I wear a red robe with staff in hand and a stone in my throat.
So simple, that I can only point. Yet I guide men all over the world.
Why is the letter B always cool?