Answer:
It's in your hand though you can not feel it. Only you and time can reveal it.
I have no voice but I can teach you all there is to know. I have spines and hinges but I am not a door. Once Iβve told you all I cannot tell you more.
I have a little pool with two layers of wall around it. One white and soft and the other dark and hard. What am I?
What always ends everything?
I can speak with my hard metal tongue. But I cannot breathe for I have no lung
Within, I clean all that is bad and is old. I make juice thatβs the color of gold. Should I die, a filter machine would you need assembled to replace me and beans I resemble.