I am the end of a pencil where thoughts begin to flow I am the finest point of something that you wish to know I can mean advice that helps you choose the path ahead Or money left in gratitude when kindness has been spread I may be found on shoes or blades where two sharp edges meet I can guide a clever player toward a victory sweet Though I am small, I have many meanings hidden deep What am I called in secrets that the simplest words can keep

In the attic a special delight, a window at the highest height. The ceiling's secret, a portal so bright, Let's the rays of the sun in by day and moonbeams by night.

the cover for sewer pipes explosives can lift this round heavy meral thing far up into the air if positioned right think: word for person ends with word for opening

I can tell you how many feet there are or make you bow at mine. I command unit numbers and keep a straight line.

Obese elderly gentleman's preferred entry point; makes squirrels all sooty; hot!