A sacred stone both smooth and green, in ancient courts and temples I am seen.

Before the twenty four hour news cycle, this was the source of truth. Set in print, typeset and neat, sometimes twice a day, it brought that daily feed.

This is my one hundredth consecutive day posting a riddle! You have one for solving, and possibly one for creating. Joe DiMaggio had a fifty six game one for hitting. You might have one in your hair.

I am a symbol of eternity, without beginning or end. My interlaced lines tell stories of unity and connection, woven without the aid of a modern mind. What am I?

Man walks over, man walks under, in times of war he burns asunder. What is it?