Answer:
Born of sorrow, grows with age, you need a lot to be a sage. What is it?
Fatherless and motherless. I was born without sin roared when it came into the world. But I never spoke again.
You can catch me but cannot throw me. What am I?
Where I am there is no south, west, nor east, and weather is not fit for man or beast. What am I?
I am a shimmering field that reaches far. Yet I have no tracks and am crossed without paths.
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.