Answer:
My first is nothing but a nameอพ my second is more smallอพ my whole is of so little fame it has no name at all.
What is put on a table, cut, but never eaten?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?
What measures out time. Until in time all is smashed to it?
What is it which builds things up? Lays mountains low? Dries up lakes, and makes things grow? Cares not a whim about your passing? And is like few other things, because it is everlasting?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?