You clear me away with a broom and rags, yet apply me to find the guilty.

I stand tall and wrapped in stripes The fat of giant sea beasts fuels my light My glowing eye burns through the grey A mighty guide till the break of day

Many volumes held, while the limit is based on design; my first three are affirmations, while my last four are nothing but awkward times; I am an essential tool for travelers to preserve lives, so long as I am not empty.

Sometimes I'm tied up tight, unable to move. Sometimes I journey freely, destination sure.

I am hot and cold. I am the color of your excrete. I could be made from civet's poop. Most people love to start their day with me.