A hunter walks a mile due south, turns and walks a mile due east, turns again and walks a mile due north, only to find himself back where he started. The hunter draws a bead on a bear and shoots it dead. What color is the bear?

I have been alluded to all throughout the eons and the tomes of the past. The people of the planet have called me many things, a sign of a god, or destruction, or both. However, I simply flash by, resigned to my fate as I dissolve.

I exist as solid, but I am not a gas. You might find me in cool drinking glass.

We can yield you massive gardens or break down the largest of numbers. It would be wise not to forget us.

In the morning I start to get dressed. In the day, my rustling garments cover me. In the evening, I blush and undress. In the cold night, I sleep bare.