Find me in the Hall with two goats and a car Or alongside five card Bare it all, and you’ll be full of me

I slip in when silence is loud, Feed on reason, starve on faith. A crack in the mirror that thinks.

I represent volume, but I am not a liter. People think of me as imperial.

In the hunt for knowledge I am your query. Of all of the things to fear I am legendary. There will never be a point in which Im fully understood, I am the foundation on which all curiosity has stood.

I am always ahead, but never arrive. I can be sought, but never found. I grow with every step, yet vanish with the dawn.