Answer:
Until I am measured I am not known, Yet how you miss me when I have flown.
Do you know what you can hold without ever touching it?
What get wet while drying
As light as a feather, but you canβt hold it for ten minutes.
They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own. What are they?
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.