What is greater than God, more evil than the devil; the poor have it, the rich need it; and if you eat it, you’ll die?

The largest number no one can describe so short as this, the barber who shaves only those who don’t shave their own tress, Does the list of every list without itself, itself say? Let me warn you that I’m a Cretan, always lying anyway.

What is always in front of you, but can never be seen?

Shapeless I stand, yet I bar the way, I exist in the mind, but not in the day. I hold without hands, I bind without thread, And once I am known, my power has fled

I turn every leap into a curve, yet never take a step. I hold the oceans without a cup and pin the mountains to their beds. I hold the moon without hands And make your body speak in numbers.