Answer:
Born of sorrow, grows with age, you need a lot to be a sage. What is it?
The more of this there is the less you see. What is it?
I am a creature with a βtightβ name.
My first is second in line; I send shivers up your spine; not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
I am the book one can never finish reading
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.