I am always hungry, I must always be fed, the finger that feeds me has led. What am I?
I am the black child of a white parent, a wingless bird, flying even to the sun's parent. What am I?
I am always on the move, yet I remain in the same place. I have no face, but I can tell you the time. What am I?
I am the beginning of the end, the end of every place. I am the beginning of eternity, the end of time and space. What am I?
This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down.
What is the value of the sum of the reciprocals of the cubes of the first 64 natural numbers?