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Mobsters judge the quality of a vehicle by the size of this
My life can be measured in hours, I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick. Fat, I am slow. Wind is my foe.
I am never quite what I appear to be. Straight-forward I seem, but it's only skin deep. For mystery most often lies beneath my simple speech. Sharpen your wits, open your eyes, look beyond my exteriors, read me backwards, forwards, upside down. Think and answer the question...
I am believed to be only one dimensional, and tinier than anything can be, and there are many who say that I am the basis of all that we see. What am I?
In the evening I'm long, in the morning I'm smallΝΎ When seen in a ballroom, I'm nothing at all.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?