The first time you meet me, you can blame another, but the second time you should look at yourself. Kings once kept me by their side, but now I live amongst you believing myself wise.

One was biblically missing, but have no fear, I have always been here. You can break and shatter me, but I’ll still keep your heart safe. Have some for dinner, like they do in the South. He, she, they, we’re all the same.

For those below, their years Are carved onto my skin I stand hardened with my peers In a field of pain and chagrin

Larger than life Remembered for ages Maker of heroes Stories of sages

I contain all the past and present, and the future will be soon. Every spoken word, every written character will be somewhere in me. I am a being of sacred knowledge, where you will discover things other people only dream of finding. What am I?