What Am I
Riddles where you have to find out what is being described.
The beginning of eternity, the end of time and space, the beginning of every end, and the end of every place.
Poke your fingers in my eyes and I will open wide my jaws. Linen cloth, quills, or paper, my greedy lust devours them all.
You can do it in vessels for getting you clean. You can do it to fabric to stop being seen. You are doing it when you've come up short. You've done it too when you've equaled in sport. This may sound like there should be images but then you can do all those things without pencil or pen. What is the word?
I never was, am always to be, none ever saw me, nor ever will, and yet I am the confidence of all who live and breathe on this terrestrial ball.
Lighter than what I am made of, more of me is hidden than is seen. What am I?
I drive men mad for love of me, easily beaten, never free. What am I?