Answer:
You throw away the outside and cook the inside. Then you eat the outside and throw away the inside. What did you eat?
White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.
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?
This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.