My purity a problem, inclusions make me shine. The solutions to all problems, or optimistic outline. Drink from me water for wine will take my taste. Loved by kings and artists, hated in a race.

I can stand weighted down for hours, but I cannot walk. People use me to dry.

I am used to usually sit in place, maybe rock or roll, but I am not used to deliver the death penalty anymore. You can find me in Classrooms and restaurants and offices and homes .

I soar towards the sky, I zip, float ,and dive. My tail makes a sound as my head seeks the ground. Racquet in hand it’s best if you trained, when I touch the ground that’s one point gained. What is my actual name?

I am what you clean off your filter, the collection of contaminants in the air. You may have trouble removing me from between short little hairs.