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You find me behind the stars; or in a sixth seventh or third. It takes something round a computer and me to make pie. I am bigger than anything you can think of.
I have a name written on me, but it isnβt my name. Men plant me, but I never grow. They look at me and see their future, rotting in my bloom.
What happens when you throw a green stone into the Red Sea?
What can fill a room but takes up no space?
I stand in one place yet fill the whole room. I can be filled with molten rock and come in every hue. What am I?
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?