Answer:
If a man carries my burden they will get crushed to death. Though not rich I leave silver in my track.
Digital white-out.
I sleep by day, I fly by night. I have no feathers to aid my flight. What am I?
I am there when you sit, but gone when you stand. What am I?
My first though water cures no thirst my next alone has soul and when he lives upon my first he then is called my whole.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?