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I can generate fear and some say I come out of your ears. I am as quiet as a mouse but not welcomed in the house. What am I?
Adored by few, feared and hated by many. Mistress of the entire universal reason, master in the art of numbers. Some may have solved many of my mysteries, but there are still many of them to find. What am I?
You throw away my outside you cook my inside. Then you eat my outside and you throw away my inside.
Better touch me before you proceed to second.
I am lighter than air, but a hundred people cannot lift me. Careful, I am fragile. What am I?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.