Its something that each of us devours,
Not just us but birds, beats, trees, and flowers,
Frets iron and nibbles steel,
Toil hard stones to meal,
Exterminates king, collapse town,
And blows the mountains down.

I am a three digit number.
My tens digit is five more than my ones digit.
My hundreds digit is eight less than my tens digit.
What number am I?

I look at you, you look at me I raise my right, you raise your left. What am I?

How can one talk without saying a single word?

I am the beginning of everything, the end of everywhere. I'm the beginning of eternity, the end of time and space. What am I?

What work can one never finish?

With pointed fangs I sit and wait; with piercing force I crunch out fate; grabbing victims, proclaiming might; physically joining with a single bite. What am I?

What came first, the chicken or the egg?

A girl says this to her best friend: “I was born in 1955, and I celebrated my 17th birthday last weekend.” Her best friend thinks she’s lying, but she’s actually correct. How is that possible?

How much will a 38° angle measure when looked at under a microscope that magnifies ten times?