Answer:
Who spends the day at the window, goes to the table for meals. And hides at night?
The one who makes it, sells it. The one who buys it, never uses it. The one that uses it never knows that heβs using it.
What is it that no man ever yet did see, which never was, but always is to be?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.
There are two bodies on the floor. They are surrounded by water and broken glass. How did they die?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?