I can be soap. I am the start of something new, a ritual the earth sees way too often. I can be the moment when realisation hits.

I am known for for my many different caps, but I do not wear any types of hats. You might think of me as a fun guy. me.

Born through terror, a sacrifice made, I mirror the form from which I was laid. Strike me once, and two shall bleed, but only one survives the deed.

I exist as a collection of life, but I am not in need of a care taker, if done right.. You might find me in an area of your home that needs spruced up..

I march without legs and split crowds without lines. I crown no one, yet hearts obey me. I hide in sands and in drums, in code and in headaches, in the pull of the moon and the turning of days.What am I?