A Riddle

I do not take the shape of a starfish, nor do i take the shape of a flying car, though a flying car would still be ste shape of a regular car so it does not matter. I feel as no other thing feel. If that is, i feel at all. I don’t guess yet i sometimes wonder, the purpose of which we’re to offer. I am technically alive yet I have absolutely no life, whatsoever. Levitating insects often find me quite a charm, but I could care no less. I have not too much of service to be bragging after as I am not omniscience or anything of the kind. Although I would happily disagree if I were to say I am no use to those of human kind. Your kind. I was not here brought by the world. In fact, they often call me such a late-comer. I cannot dance as beautiful dancers dance. I cannot jump as high as the height of multi-storey buildings. I cannot catch fire nor can I catch the wind. I do not glide, I do not slide. I never run. I do not usually seek because I hardly ever find. I do not take notes or listen to what others have to say but I sometimes watch what you display. The possibility of you finding me is not the least hard, if only you cared and stopped to see. These gaping chasms, we’re forced to deign, or else leaves no other choice but to demean. I cannot simply answer a quotient or give a humble quotation. I do not make quizzical quirky qulps and I do not quarry a quest to pass on to quadruples and quintets. I am easily, without complexity, a hanging ornament. I am not a revolting demon yet I am no sacred angel. I have never declined any direct orders, unless I am dead or broken. By any means, I like to add a dramatic composition to an exercise or action by ways of amusement or recreation, but I must always sustain the act of which I play in real life. And so, I flicker. I know nothing of calculus, calcium or calamine but I know and can tell between calamity and cajole. You ship me from one place to another, in boxes, on boats and planes. I don’t bother. I am not a woman of violent temper and speech. I am not a man with shallow limited thinking, yet I am not of those which own habitual inclination or tendency. I am pityful yet grateful. I get along wll with wires and cables, sometimes liquids too. I am not a painting wall. I am not a new type of organism or a result of some mutation. I am not an aromatic resinous exudation from a plant. And I am not a bundle of contractile fibres. I am to embrace your living. I am to enlighten when you are studying. I am to please whom you are pleasing. Many times I have helped to comfort you in sorrow without you realising me in doing so. Someday, someone will solemnly thank my creator, because without me, you will be left in long-life terror. For now, I shall soujourn in places of warmth, in your homes and special places. In time, you will fully acknowledge, this certain trivial matter: what am I?