Answer:
Men seize me from my home tear apart my flesh drink the sweet blood then cast my skin aside.
The more there is the less you see.
What asks but never answers?
Upon your lonely journey I accompany you, whether you travel through endless mountains or seas of blue. Wherever you go, I keep your place. Lost you're not, when I'm embraced. What am I?
I can go through glass without breaking it. What am I?
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.