Riddle: I am everywhere yet not seen; I was dead yet I'm alive; a Son to a man who is dead yet a Son to One Who's forever alive; suffered, not for myself but for others. I have disproved many beliefs and many laws. Who am I?
Riddle: I am the black child of a white father, a wingless bird, flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me, even though there is no cause for grief, and at once on my birth, I am dissolved into air.
Who am I?