Within, I clean all that is bad and is old.
I make juice that’s the color of gold.
Should I die, a filter machine would you need assembled
to replace me … and beans I resemble.
What am I?
I never was, am always to be,
No one ever saw me, nor ever will,
And yet I am the confidence of all,
To live and breathe on this terrestrial ball.
What am I?
There are two identical twins and one of them always lies and the other always tells the truth. You meet them both and ask one of them what the other would say if you asked him which one of them always lies. What will he say?