A lost sole!

In the middle of the countryside, on a quiet lane somewhere in the Sussex Downs I came across this sole, clearly lost. My feel for the ridiculous allowed me neither to pass on taking a photograph nor on writing this post. You will, my loyal reader, have recognised this proclivity of mine some time ago; here you may enjoy it in all (some?) of its glory. And yes, you are allowed to hate it, too.

There has been an ongoing debate going back hundreds if not thousands of years about whether we humans have souls or not. Many a time have we heard someone described as being 'a lost soul', other times we hear about the desired salvation of a person's soul and how to go about it. Souls have been talked about for thousands of years, prayed for, discussed and revered, yet we cannot for sure know whether they exist at all.

What is not under debate, I trust, is that most of us wear shoes and these shoes have soles. These soles are undeniably real, they are normally attached to shoes and hardly anybody has ever prayed for their salvation, though plenty of us have gone out of our way to repair ours so that they continue to function, fulfilling their goal in life and covering our needs. But it seems that sometimes a real, physical sole - shown clearly in the centre of the photograph - can get stuck in mud somewhere (and why is there always filth involved?), to be lost probably forever, with no redemption in sight.
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So there you have it, ladies and gentlemen(old-fashioned, straight out of the Ark and absurdly, it seems, polite!)/people (trendily gender neutral!)/boys and girls (patronising!) - a very tangible, existing, visible, the real thing - a true lost sole.