Jun 16, 2005 12:43
Another riddle for you! See if you can guess the answer:
Like death, I dont exist. I was never created, though I can be given.
The more I am given away, the more there is of me to go around.
I cannot be seen, but a simple word or act can reveal my presence.
If I am used too loosely, I will wither.
What am I?