I have a point and a round base. I'm often filled with ice cream. What am I?

I’m held when you want to let go of dirt. The more I work, the smaller I become. I fight what you cannot see, and disappear when I succeed. What am I?

A moment so fine, frozen in time Captured through glass, you'll never forget. A contraption designed to aid the human mind In remembrance of things once met. The trees, the bees, the flowers and seas Preserved for all, for ages yet.

I fix what is broken and leave little trace. I lead with a spear and exit without a trace. I leave a tail as a trail, pulled tight to disappear. I join what was parted, clean and neat, then depart.

i’ll hold the warp, you do the rest or punch card patterns at your behest use me too well and gods will rage an ancient tool behind each modern age