Answer:
I am the hole in the night, the ever watchful eye. I return in a cycle, to enlighten the sky.
What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?
What can run but canβt walk?
To cross the water I'm the way, for water I'm above. I touch it not and, truth to say, I neither swim nor move.
Without this, eating food and Steven Spielberg's career would be very different.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?