I am the root of wrongs. I can make the most elaborate plans crash down. First, a woman, unwed. Second, where water rests if theres a bridge. Third, the hardest comedy, what you do in lines, and in place. Put them together and you get me. If the clues elude you because of my wording, then perhaps the answer is me.

I am one , I am two Many dozens of me and I am still minute Given time and patience, I grow beyond what you can count

I exist only when shared. I grow when divided. I die when hoarded. I weigh nothing, yet entire worlds are built on me. What am I?

I am not ignorance; I am choice. I see the door and swear it isn’t there. I survive only while you look away. The moment you name me, I begin to die. What am I?

I guard your treasures, yet have no eyes, I click and I turn where your secret lies. A twist of numbers, a key to my heart, open me wrong, and I won’t part.