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I have two hands but cannot clap
I am whole but incomplete. I have no eyes, yet I see. You can see, and see right through me. My largest part is one fourth of what I once was.
What measures out time. Until in time all is smashed to it?
You should keep it as straight as can be, yet very few do. Most of the time it's slightly bent or curved. Your sadness usually causes it to bend further, but donβt bend it for too long or it may never be able to fully straighten out again. What is it?
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not
What is always coming but never arrives?