I hold every word that was ever said yet never once open my mouth, I know north and east and west and yet I always start from south. What am I

I start with a word like who or why, I hunt for truth beneath the sky, I have no answer of my own yet send the curious mind to roam, I end with a curve that hooks the air and dare you find what waits in there. What am I

I am a hearty soup, a Mexican delight, But also a boy band, shining ever so bright. What am I, known for both flavor and fame?

I have a mane but no pride, a bark but no bite, and I'm known to make a splash. What am I?

A very important player for a sport that many love I throw a ball with precision into someone's glove But, if sports isn't your thing You can also find me in the fridge waiting to pour your drink