Something to mull over, but don't think too hard, the answer comes from not thinking ~ F
I am something born of nothing.
Nothing becomes something wherever I am.
You cannot touch me, taste me, or smell me, yet I am.
Formless and speechless, but ever present.
I am not mysterious, I have no identity but for what I am called, I am not a trick, I have nothing to gain nor lose. I am as I am, and all things are defined by me.
What am I?
Check back later if you need to get a clue... : )