Answer:
Covered in stone and sun. It's home to many but also none. What is it?
What is it that no man ever yet did see, which never was, but always is to be?
I go around in circles, but always straight ahead. Never complain, no matter where I am led.
What do people want the least on their hands?
It is a part of us, and then replaced. It escapes out bodies, to a better place. The world becomes its sizeable home. Its passions unrestraint, the planet it roams.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?