Riddle: I start the day small and round. Buried alive without a frown. I am fed and nourished where I stay, slowly growing in a patient way. Finally I break through my dark brown cage. Reaching towards a puffy lane. But I will never be truly free, from the cage that always binds me What am I?
Riddle: It is everywhere yet nowhere and time mars it not. All things are within it's grasp and it is within grasp of all things. It has no limits, for it does and does not exist. What is it?