Answer:
What is it that after you take away the whole some still remains?
My head and tail both equal are my middle slender as a bee. Whether I stand on head or heel Is quite the same to you or me. But if my head should be cut off the matter's true though passing strange directly I to nothing change.
I am a shimmering field that reaches far. Yet I have no tracks and am crossed without paths.
I have four wings, but cannot fly, I never laugh and never cry; On the same spot Iām always found, toiling away with little sound. What am I?
Cold head and feet; round as a ball; always turning around myself.
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?