Whatever isn't beneath us. Is that not the answer? No? Then what was the question?

My mother had little negativity; my father, a lot. They had individual toxicity, but together, did not. They taught me the right and wrong way to be, but little is more brittle than me. What am I?

In my family, Mom can eat any plate she sees, but her babies cannot eat more than two. Dad only ever has one plate, while each pet must have exactly three. Uncles eat in hallways and aunties eat on stairways. What is my family name?

I have never been, but always to be. No one ever has nor ever will be a witness to me. You cannot touch me or taste me, I neither grow nor decay, but if I did not exist you would all pass today.

Sixteen of twenty four, its ancient designation, And twenty two of seven was a late approximation. Here to there, then there again, assuming here is central, It's a simple meditation, but the result is transcendental