Answer:
What never asks questions but receives a lot of answers?
What is in seasons, seconds, centuries, and minutes, but not in decades, years, or days?
Ambitious people will climb the social version of this contraption.
In the middle of night, I surround the gong. In the middle of sight, I end the song
I start with āeā end with āeā. I have whole countries inside me. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?