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I grow for a surface, even if you cut me. I continue to grow even after death.
It is greater than God and more evil than the devil. The poor have it, the rich need it, and if you eat it you'll die.
A shimmering field that reaches far. Yet it has no tracks, And is crossed without paths.
The man who invented it doesn't want it. The man who bought it doesn't need it. The man who needs it doesn't know it. What is it?
What is weightless but takes two people to hold it?
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?