Answer:
What surrounds the world, yet dwells within a thimble?
As destructive as life, As healing as death; An institutioner of strife, Just as prone to bless. It is all that is good, Yet with an evil trend; As it was the beginning of things, It can also be the end.
Though desert men once called me God, today men call me mad. For I wag my tail when I am angry. And growl when I am glad.
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
What moves without seeing and cries without eyes?
The profession of Jimi Hendrix and Eric Clapton