Answer:
They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own.
We are few to the wise; We are abundant to the drunken; We can calm the beast and are precious to the child; We can devour the heart, without piercing the skin
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?
What is given but kept by the giver?
What can you share and still have all for yourself?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?