I wrap without paper, flow without water, and sometimes signal victory.

It is what I have to do, But here am I procrastinating, I should be reading I should be writing, So is a lot of you, What should I be doing?

I’m always hungry, I must always be fed, The finger I touch, Will soon turn red.

I limit what can be known, yet create all knowledge. Remove me and truth disappears; add too much and truth fractures.

If the player reads the Handbook Who reads the Playbook?