Two Sisters Give Birth to the Other

They are two sisters. One gives birth to the other, who in turn gives birth to the first. What are the two sisters?

Night and day. When night is over, the day breaks, and when the day ends, night is born anew.

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If You Look You Cannot See Me

If you look you cannot see me. If you see me you cannot see anything else. I can make anything you want happen, but later everything goes back to normal.

What am I?

Your imagination.

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I Stand Like A Sentry

I stand like a sentry
And am barred by the gentry,
The first month and its god oft slip
Between my hard, dun colored lip.

What am I?

Sentries are posted at borders, gates, or doors.
The gentry (in this case to referring to the general populace) bar their doors at night.
The first month is January, named after the Roman god Janus, the double-faced God of doorways, passages and thresholds.
You pass through the doorway (hence the slip), and dun is a brown color, referencing the color of wood, which most doors are made of. Though it’s not commonly referred to, the “lip of the door” is the part of the door that fits into the doorframe on the handle/knob side, particularly if the door is lipped or ridged in order to fit the door frame better.

Thanks to Helena for creating this and sending it in.

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What is the Chance That You’ll Be Correct?

If you choose an answer to this question at random, what is the chance that you will be correct?

a) 25%
b) 50%
c) 60%
d) 25%

This is becomes a self-referential paradox. Both A and D would be correct if there were four unique answers, but since A and D are the same answer, the chance that you would choose a correct answer is 50%, which makes B correct. But if there’s only one correct answer, the odds of choosing the correct one at random goes back to 25%. And around and round you go.

There’s a lot of discussion at Richard Wiseman’s blog and more at Lifehacker, where I first saw this.

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Round Like An Apple

Round like an apple, deep like a cup,
yet all the king’s horses cannot pull it up.

A well.

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Ripped From My Mother’s Womb

Ripped from my mother’s womb,
Beaten and burned,
I become a blood thirsty killer.
What am I?

Iron ore.

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Go in Dry, Come Out Wet

I go in dry and come out wet,
The longer I’m in, the stronger it will get.

What am I?

A tea bag or cement.

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Graphical Rebus One

What does this rebus represent?

Rebus

Dancing Queen

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Married Many Women

He has married many women but has never married. Who is he?

A priest.

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Inscribed On My Face

Marking mortal privation when what’s under me is in place.
An enduring summation, inscribed on my face.

What am I?

A tombstone (or gravestone, headstone, monument, you get the idea).

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