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?

I’m a story etched in skin, a personal reason that lies within. I fade with time but never quite depart, a permanent piece of art, that lies deeply within my heart.

I stood before radar, before radio's call, a guardian through tempest and squall. By flame, by lens, by electric might, I pierced the dark with guiding light. Who am I, watching each night?

I am taken from a mine and shut up in a wooden case, from which I am never released, and yet I am used by almost every artist. What am I?

As light as a feather, yet no man can hold it for long. What am I