Nothing inside, nothing outside, at least that you can see.
I’m as light as a feather, yet ten men can’t lift me!
What am I?

For all times it’s unchanging,
it divides without traces;
it’s powers are limited to itself and it’s bases.
What am I?

As a whole, I am both safe and secure.
Behead me, and I become a place of meeting.
Behead me again, and I am the partner of ready.
Restore me, and I become the domain of beasts.
What am I?

What is black when you buy it,
red when you use it,
and gray when you throw it away?

You throw away the outside and cook the inside.
Then you eat the outside and throw away the inside.
What did you eat?