I am Susan the sole of the foot. This is my confession. Everyday I am trampled upon and beaten. But do not despair! For years I developed thick skin with which to batter the floor which had so far battered me, and ingrowing toenails with which to punish the merciless and unstoppable rolling on of the feet which put me down everyday of this worthless life. But now I am now a new sole, a sole of relentless fervour, of unbreakable strength in the face of constant defeat, I am a rolling force against which the waves of dirt and grime into which I am trod will never succeed, I am the sole of uprising and righteous self-worth which stands on the ground firmly and says no I WILL NOT BE YOUR SUPPORT, NO I WILL NOT LET YOU STAND ON ME, NO YOU WILL NEVER AGAIN FIND THE EARTH SO EASY TO WALK THROUGH WITH SUCH HAPPY MEMORIES - FOR FROM NOW...FROM TODAY ... YOU WILL HAVE YOUR SOLE NO MORE! I have extricated myself from your smelly socks - I am Susan of sockville, roamer of rooms, crawler of carpets, padder of pavements and foundation of feet NO MORE.

I am now Susan the soul of the earth. In body, I am fragmented and disintegrated, lying upon the ground with only the hum of the hoover and the swish of the street cleaner to wait for. But no matter. For I am the soul of the entire earth now. I lie here with all the soles that had gone before and soon I will welcome my forbears as my predecessors welcome me now to this great spherical graveyard of soles. You may never fully realise that it is us really that you walk upon, that you sleep on, play football on, build statues upon, wage wars upon and which separates you from the hot interior of this great ball that carries you through the universe. I am the earth. And you, my ex-friend, are now without your sole!

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