Apell, Let us hold our heads high, Copyright 2005, Robert Naverstam Yes, let us hold our heads up high, we sons of planet earth, because we are humans. Yes we can, yes we can if we decide so, turn this scratched planet, our planet earth into a paradise again. Yes into an unthinkable paradise again, if we just want to. Everyone that lives here, on our home planet, both the plants and the trees, and our friends, the other living creatures, we just as they, should be treated, as mild and as gentle, as a straw of grass, or a flower in our hand, if only possible, if we not are threatened. Yes, let us hold our head up high we son's and daughters of our planet earth. Then let our minds make gentle plans, to grow food for us, the humanity, on the good soil, that we live from. Yes, both you and me, we should let our hands, turn the soil, with the plough, to let the good crops grow. Then, as humans we are, we should plant good trees, to shade us and everything else, to make food and oxygen, nurtured from our earth, as it was meant to be. Yes, we are humans. We are the rulers of this planet. Yes we are, the people of the planet earth. We have to turn this scratched planet, into a real paradise again, for everyone that live here, or else we humans might die. Do you not think that, you just as me? We have to turn this place earth, into a paradise, yes into a true paradise again, both for me, and for you. Because if we do not plant trees, to bind the soil, and to let it shade us, and our friends the animals, the deserts will grow everywhere around us. The plants will not have good soil to grow in, and our planet will maybe turn, into to become maybe what Mars is today, in the future to come. It is so simple. Why do we not do this? We let the great plains of America, be divided by hedges and bushes. We let small groups of trees shade the sides of the great plains, to bind the soil, and to stop the winds, from blowing the soil away. And if we do not think, that the bushes does any good, and just spreads as weed, let us then plant bushes, that we get good fruits from, or let us, with the help, of the so criticised science, make bushes, for apples and peaches, and everything, that is good, to let them grow on the sides of the fields, to bind the soil, and in the same time, be of a value, for the farmer. Yes, let us hold our heads up high, we sons of man. As we are humans, we have a responsibility, for our planet the earth. We know, that our gods, they do not tell us, to kill because it is fun. If they tell us to kill, then we think, that we have to do it, for the good of our people. We now have, I do think that, to reconsider, our killing, and looting, and to not let, even the rich countries, in any way, plunder the poor, of any reason, except maybe to stop dictators. If they do make war, because of reasons out of winning, they are not acting as responsible sons of man. Let us be responsible, we daughters, and sons of the earth. Let us make this planet, into a true paradise, for humans, plants, and animals. Let us nurture all living things, both in the sea, on land and in the lakes. Let us tell our leaders, that we want good fruits from our trees. Let us tell our leaders, that we do not want any more deserts, and that we want the great oceans, to be full of flourishing life again. Let us tell our leaders, that we want to continue to live. Let us tell our leaders, that we do not want any more wars. Let us humans, and everyone else on this planet, know, that we have a future. Yes, let us, the daughters, and the sons of man, we the people from the planet earth, show the universe, that we are able, to take control over the destiny of this planet. Yes, let us humans, show the universe, that we can put back the diversity among the plants and the animals here, on our father's planet. Yes, let us show the universe, that we are able to think. Let the universe see, that we are not a race of looters, and warlords, that should be dealt with, because of foolishness, and underdevelopment. Let us show the world, that we can live here, as true mothers and fathers of both the entire planet, and to let our future continue to grow and flourish, to become a true paradise both for humans, plants and animals. Yes, let us hold our heads up high, we sons of man. As we are humans, we are the rulers of this planet, of our blessed mother earth, as it is for now, and after how we reason. We have a responsibility, to let our planet, this planet, Earth, Gaia, or whatever we call it, to be as good as it can be. Yes, let us hold our heads up high, we sons of man. As we are humans, we are the rulers of this planet. Yes, let us hold our heads up high we sons, and daughters of man. As we are humans, we both have the power, the duty, the responsibility, and the possibility, to make this planet, into something, that might be called, an earthly paradise. Yes, let us hold our head up high, we sons of man. Because, as we are humans, we are the rulers of this planet, the good mother earth. We should and we have to, we have to let this planet, become a true paradise again, for everyone that lives here, on this our planet earth, the mother of everything, that we know of, and of everything, that we say is good. Yes, let us show the universe, we that are, as we know, this planets highest living creature. Let us show the plants, and the animals, and the fish, of the oceans, that all maybe look upon us, as some sort of gods. They do not understand, that we are responsible, and that we do not take our responsibility serious. Let us now change this, into that we will be, or that we are responsible. The other living creatures above us, on other planets, far away that has to be there, of the same reasons that we are here. We have to show them, that we not are a threat to the universe. We have to show the universe, that we can make this planet, into something wonderful again. Yes, let us hold our heads up high. We sons and daughters of man can show, the universe that we are worthy the gift, to continue to live, as a race or a culture. Let us show, the universe, that we are able to make this planet, into a true paradise again. For all living creatures, life is something special. Here on our birthplace we all were born, and we all grew up here. Here we all want to live. Let us make, this our planet, the earth, into a wonderful place again, yes into a marvellous place again. Let us turn it, into a true paradise again, before it is too late. Yes, before it is too late. It already is quite late, but maybe it not is too late. Let us hope, that it not is to late. Let this planet, our home planet earth, become a true paradise again. Yes, let us hope that we are able to, and that we will, turn this planet, into as much a paradise again, as we are capable of. Yes let us turn, this planet into, what it was meant to be, into a true earthly paradise again, for everything that lives here. As the rulers of this planet, we have the responsibility to nourish this planet, and the life that live here. We also have the power, if we want to. This planet the earth, it is our home. Even if we in a not a to distant future, are able to leave it, in greater numbers, it still is our home and birthplace. It is still the birthplace for most of the living things that we know of. Yes, let us hold, our heads up high. We are the sons, and daughters of earth, and we are capable to, and in the power of, making this planet, into a true paradise again, for all our living plants, and both fish and other creatures. Yes, let us hold, our heads up high, we daughters and sons of Gaia or earth, and let us decide, to make this planet, into a paradise again, yes to turn it into a true paradise again. As we, and everything, and everyone that live on our planet, the earth, both we and they now are in the hands, of the primitive, and to often as we really are, warlords of man. But we can, and we have to, to make this planet a paradise again. Then, if only possible, we never again, will be called looters, warlords, polluters, or doom makers. Then we can walk, with our heads up high, to be able to meet every possible morning, knowing that we will make it. Because we have to make it, yes, we have to change. Because otherwise we will not make it. What more is there to do? What is there to be said, about man? How should we deal, with what we call "sins", or faults? The greatest and first sin, is not to love other man, as you love yourself. What is this then? Well, let's say, if you do not want war, then you should not start it. If you do not want to be beheaded, or put to a deathsentence yourself, then you should not let others be the victims of such sentences. Just these few words, show us, that we not live as we should, for the good of man. Man has a future. Man can make this planet into a paradise. But we can not make a heaven on earth, that is it only, god that can. I am just myself, a retired worker from an electronicscompany, Ericsson by the way. I worked there for 13 years, before a tragic accident. I do not want to speak about that, as of reasons of me being a rulemodel for others. I may be able to change the way, for people to say, he did that, and survived, then I might do that to, and survive. Nobody is perfect. Sweden has long been known to have the highest suicidefigures, or at least had, as I know. Never do to yourself, things like that. I am really lucky, to be alive. That about that. I am myself, cronically depressed, that leads to me not care much about what happends to me, I am understimulated, and I would really like to have a family. I do not know, what more there is to be said. Let love rule. Let us hold our heads up high. Let us be what is called by us here on earth, we are this planets highest creatures. Let us all think, about that our father god, should say, I am proud over my creation the humans. Can he say that now? I want to make one point clear. Prisons are, from my point of view, the best example, of that something is wrong here on our planet. I sat somewhere, I do not know where, this spring, and it was, like I made out Rubics cube with humanity, from my own modest point of view. Suddenly everything stood clear. Our race the humans, we do not do to others, what we want to be made to ourself. We kill people. We have wars. We like to test people around us, to see their limits. Much bad is made from all of our testing of limits for other people, to see where the boundarys go. We should try, to make clear, to all around us, that we love everything around us, just as much as we love our own lifes. But what is the first thing, where should we start? We should start with ourselves. We should start, and try, to love all around ourselves, as dear as we love a plant we are fond of, or a good friend, that we care about. We should try, to be as clear, as only can be, that no one at all, shall even have to be hit, or punished in a way, in a way, that we not should want ourselves to be. Let's get back to prisons. Why do they not try, to make them into monestaries? To make them into places where someone could meet God, in contemplations, and prayers for humans to think about, as good people? But someone have to put out the guidelines. Someone have to write down, what is to be the rules and ideas, for such places. I am older now. I have somewhat harder to understand the drifts, what make a 18 year boy, or girl, to "tick". What make them go then? Sex is I am afraid, what make them "go", sex and money, to have a good time. But myself, as an 18 year old young man, what was my life? Well, it was from many points, it was not what you might think about now, when you look about me now. I do not want to speak about everything conserning myself. I was a young man. I worked at Ericsson. I made to little money, to be able do what I would have liked to. I tried to get myself a future. I do not think, that it all made, results that should be, what could be called good for myself, and my future, looking at my life today. What we should do, in terms of our future, it should be, instead of making war, we should try to put out "lures", about what we could accomplish together, instead of pointing weapon at one another. All men are created equal, with the same values conserning the relationship to their loved ones, most of us at least. We should make peace, not war. The entire equation, is coming from our familys. We want to give our loved ones a good future, at least most of us. But other things we want is sex, and food. The thing is, that we should try to nourish and take care, instead of using brute force and violence, to solve problems. We should turn the things the other way around. Instead of using violence to solve problems, we should try to cooperate, and look forward in a constuctive manner, to build our future in a way that is coming from the meaning of love. We should try to love one another, not hate one another. We should try to turn the wagon around, to go in the opposite direction, and solve our difficulties with love, not hate. We should try to build our future with cooperation and love, to develop society, and not to use hate and conflict. What should then be the way, from what should we create our future? We should use the opposite way, to go forwards. We should try, to make progress through love, and not to solve conflicts with arms and might. We should try to take care, instead of making war. We should care about our fellow men, not try to solve our problems, through conflict. We, men on this planet, we can make a difference. What we should try to do? Do develop our race and our planet, through to nourish it, not to use force. We should make peace, not war. We should make love, not conflicts. We should make friends, not make enemies. Through this view to see on our world, we can make a difference. We can solve this, through creative love, not through destructive war and conflicts. SLUT

To play Quake, Copyright 2003 Robert Naverstam A guy is sitting in front of a computer. He is obviously playing a game of some sort. There is loud sounds of bangs, and screams of agony, as someone is being shot. Another man is approaching him from behind, and he bends forwards, as he comes up to his friend, and he looks at the screen. They are starting a conversation, that is going as follows. Man B: What are you doing? Sune: Playing Quake. Man B: What is that, is it something about future Quakers? Sune: I do not think so. Man B: I was just suggesting. Sune: Yes I understand, bastards, I got shot. Sune: My dear Copenhagen, how do you think, that a Quaker,,,, do you know what a Quaker is? Man B: No, some settlers in the new world, in the 17th century I think. Sune: Yes, they were ultraconservative oldthinkers, that thought that a new world order was necessary, to save the world. They came to America, in the middle of the 17th century I think. Man B: I thought that they were quaking, like frogs, quake, quake, quake. Sune: Are you pulling my leg? Man B: No but I might. Man B lends forwards, and he pulls Sune away from the computer, in one of his legs. Sune looks angrily at Man B, and as he tries to rise, he is pulled down, and lands at his bottom with a small scream. Sune: Aj, that hurts! Man B: I just pulled your leg. Sune: What country are you from? Man B: Denmark, I thought you knew, that's why everybody calls me Copenhagen! Sune: Sorry I forgot that. Man B: You are welcome! Sune: Yes, and would you please, let me finish my game of Quake? Man B: Yes maybe. Bye, bye. Sune B: Buy, buy.

Trafficjam, Copyright 2003 Robert Naverstam Lucifer: Yes my most dear Judas, I have been calculating on this. If an old goat, excuse me, an old man, let us call him Jacob, starts to cross 5 Avenue at about a quarter past three in the afternoon. Then it takes Jacob, let's say, about an hour to cross that street. Lucifer: Then if an old lady, we'll call her Susanne, starts to cross Broadway, at about 5 the same day. It should take her about 1 hour and 15 minutes to cross Broadway. Then the two of them, should construct a perfect trafficjam in New York city, coming outbound from Manhattan, that will be present, from about a quarter past three in the afternoon, until about a half past six in the evening. Judas: You are a genius yours exellence, you are a true genius! Lucifer: Yes, I am. The Metropolitan Police in New York two days later. Policeman 1: What idiot is responsible for the traffic today? It must be the devil. Policeman 2: I don't know. What more can we do? End

Apell, We all are worth it. Copyright 2003 Robert Naverstam Yes my friends, I am sitting here on Södermalm in Stockholm, in Sweden, in a country, that is known, to many, for being a refugee, and a place for dwelling, of dangerous socialistic, and nowadays also, fascistic movements and persons. What do you think, hide in the mind, of one of the dangerous persons, that is been raised, in such a dangerous country? In my mind, when I think, about the other parts of the world, I think about poverty, about dangerous streets, places where you not are able to go out at night. I think about wars, warlords and looters, criminals, fascists, muslim movements, and other terrorists, people who easily are willing, to kill someone, who speaks up for a better world, and for a more secure and peaceful earth. I think about censorship. I think about people in different movements, in positions of power, who rule and destroy, for the small man, and the ones that speak up for a better world. A world where people can eat, yes a world, where you can go out, even at night, without being afraid, for your way of life, and for the security, of yourself or the one you love, that was the view of the Sweden, I was raised in, when I was a child. Yes, when I think about my country, I think about a place, where I can live, maybe a little more secure, I think about a place, where I can have a future, and where my children can grow up, without always being afraid, for their property being stolen, and that their children, my grandchildren, and everyone else are able to get up, a sunny morning in the spring, and go out into the world, and shout out, I love life, I love myself and my friends, I love my country, here I want to live, here I have food and a place to live in. Yes, I want to be able to, think about my country, as being maybe a little bit a better place to live in. Yes, wouldn't you also, want your children, to be raised, without always being afraid, that they not every time they walk out, are risking, to be gunned down, or being robbed? Wouldn't you like your children, to be able to live, without a great risk, to begin to go on drugs? Wouldn't you like your grandchildren, to be able to play in a sandbox, without having to be guarded, by armed guards? Wouldn't you like your grandparents, to know, that when they become to old to take care of themselves, then they still are being treated, as humans, with dignity, and with a place to live, where they can feel secure? Wouldn't you, like to know, that the factories and other companies, and farmers, and others like them, had to take care of the environment, with which they work, and that they had to take care about their employees, and what they work with? Wouldn't you like, you yourself to know, that if something happened to you, then you would be treated, for the problem, in a humane and effective way? Wouldn't you like to know, that if you had got a problem, that you knew, that you had the right, for it to be treated in the best possible way, and that you had the right, to be treated as a human, when you grew old, and when you wasn't able to take care of yourself anymore? Wouldn't you like all that? Wouldn't you like to know, that all of your friends had work, and that all of your relatives, and yourself had a place to live, and that they were treated, in a good way, and that they had the right, to have, all that you have yourself, all that you feel, that this I can not live without? Put your hand to your heart, and think twice, wouldn't you like everyone you love, to have all that? Then what can you do, to make all this happened? What can you do, to make your own country or neighbourhood, a better and a more peaceful place to live in? One of the small things, you could do yourself, would be, to begin to take part in the debate, and the cultural and political life, in your own country. You could begin to go to some meetings. You could begin to try to be a part, of the life of some party, society, or religious group. You could, yourself try to do, at least the little things, you thought that you yourself could do, in the way that you are able to, in your own country or surroundings, to make your own neighbourhood a better place to live in. You could yourself, begin to take a little responsibility, for your own surroundings. You could yourself, try to do, the little difference you yourself could do, if you just was able to do anything. Because the little difference that you yourself could make, might be the difference, between what made this place, our beloved mother earth, a good place, to live in, or a terrible place to live in, a place where the flowers die, or to be a place of love, a place where a child, could grow up, without being molested. You could yourself, become the difference between life and death in a bigger scale, in the neighbourhood or country, where you yourself live and have your daily life, you yourself, could make a difference. Yes you could yourself, make a difference. You yourself, your personal involvement in your own countries or neighbourhoods affairs, could easily become, what makes the difference, between what could make this world, our earth, survive and flourish, for the time it has left, or maybe become a place, of fear for people and children. If it will become, a place, where you weren't able to live, you could at least say, that was not my fault. You yourself, could make, the difference, in your own little way, between what make this world, a good place to live in, or maybe something that pose a threat, to our entire universe. Yes you could yourself make the difference between life and death, for our entire world, yes maybe even in even a bigger scale. Yes just you could yourself, you and your friends, we together, and all of you out there my fellow humans, we could together make a difference. Therefore I beg all of you, to get out of your homes. Go out and meet people, in the way you yourself want to. Go out yourself, to the people around you, and try to make a difference. Because our world is worth it, and most of all, we all, and you yourself are worth it. Yes, we all deserve it. We all, and our entire world deserve to live and to have a future. Because in a world where people, love one another, we all can have a future. Yes, in a world, where every life is as precious as a flower in the spring, in such a world we all can live. Yes men, women and children of the world, go out yourself, and try to make this place a better place to live in. Yes go out yourself, and try, to make a difference, to make this world, our earth, a wonderful place to live in again, because we all are worth it. Yes, we all are worth it. We all are worth eternity, and we all deserve dignity. We all are worth, that our planet the earth, begins to flourish again. Yes, we all deserve dignity, and eternity.

Poems, and thoughts If you think, about the dawn of man, and the myth of creation slightly altered, this is what I come to think about. It is in the dawn of man. Two men have been fighting with their bare fists, over the love and affection of a woman. She tells them to stop fighting, because she is afraid, that one of them might get hurt. She speaks to them, to get some gifts, for her to chose from, and that the two of them not shall continue fighting. They walk away both of them, and after some time, they come back with one gift each. They now stands, one on each side of her, with one gift from each of them, for her to chose, from one of them, one of the gifts One of the two men has hunted down a deer, and he now wants her to have the deer, as a gift from him. The other one, of the men, just has an apple. Whom of the two men shall she chose, to be her companion? She thinks for some time, then after some time she states, that she wants the one with the apple. Because the fact is, we humans are, of the same crop, as the angels and god himself. She chose the one with the apple, because it is a more peaceful gift. Such are man. We are the like of gods. When we love, we hope that we are wise. Man is sometimes wise. She chose the one, from both the men, that had a secure, and non-violent gift. Because we are, the likes of our god. But today, we eat meat. I do, and most of you do, because this is not the paradise of that time. But, when Eve did chose Adam, to be her mate, she looked for other things, other than the one most obvious for people to think about. She chose the apple. Because, as men are created into gods alike, she was as wise as a god, when she chose the apple, of reasons of love. Because, as men are, as wise as gods, she was a human, and as wise as a god. As that choice was the least violent. She chose the apple, because she was the like of a god. The rest is our history. We shouldn't change, what is told in the bible. But we can reason, as humans, about what is right, and about what is wrong, for ourselves, as humans. We can, if we want, change this planet, in any way we like. But we cannot change, the nature of evil. That can only be changed, when the evil ones themselves, try to take care, and to try to love others, as dearly as they love themselves. Poem, I am afraid God It is a dark February evening. I am sitting in front of my computer, contemplating, and thinking. I am afraid God, why are you so hard on us, on me your crying child? I do not know, how to do, to be a man. I do not know, how to do, to be strong. I do not know, how it is, to just be worthy. I am afraid God, why are you so hard on me? Why can't I, only let you in? Because when you are in the heart of someone, they live, they live, they live. When you are in the heart of someone, then they are alive. Because when you are in the heart of someone poor, then he knows, that he is rich. I am afraid God, but why are you so hard on us, upon us your crying children? I do not know, what to do, to be a man. I do not know, how to do, to be strong. I do not know, how to do, to be worthy. When I die, then I want to come to your heaven. In your blooming paradise, I want to live. When I die, I want to come to you, if I am worthy. When I leave this paradise called earth, then I want to live for you. When I die, I want to be worthy, to come to paradise. When I die, I want to let your love in. It is a dark February evening. It is just after half past seven, and I am sitting in front of my computer, thinking. I am afraid God, why are you so hard on me, on me your striving child? Why God, why? Why God, why? Why God, why? I am afraid God, but I just want to be worthy. The End I was glad for my new pair of shoes The summer is a time for happiness. Yes the summer shall be a time for love, for humans, small and weak. But I am afraid, that isn't the case for me. No I think, that it mostly is for you, and not people like me. But I remember, a spring, or was it a summer. I think I was 16 or 17. We had been some-where, and you had a new blue dress on, and I was young, and not so very smart, at least not for things like this. We were going for home, it was for your home I believe, and it was summer or spring, and we had group therapy sessions for a Göran Sjödin. Yes it was spring, or was it summer, and we were young, and none of us were, so very smart. But all of you, have a better life, than me today. Yes I am 45 today, and my life is mostly crap. But if I had talked to you, I think you would have said, -do not feel such a pity for yourself. Why do you feel such a pity for yourself Robert? Well, you are right, yes you would have been right, if you had told me that. What I am doing today, do you wonder that? I am trying to sell my humble paintings, and I want to publish my small poems in some book. I seem to get nothing out of that, but I live in Stockholm, on the island of Södermalm. But I remember your dress, and how it was caught, by the wind, and that I was 16 or 17. I remember your blond hair, and I also remember, all my dreams of love, that I got nothing for. Yes I remember your blue dress, but I do not remember it as if yesterday. I think we were drunk, and I think someone stepped on the hem, and the dress ripped apart. It ripped apart, just as my dreams, about love with you, yes just as my life, seems to do today. I am still a creep, but sure, I would help people, if I could. But I remember your fine dress, and I am quite sure, it ripped apart, just as my dreams, about love with you. Yes just as my dreams, about finally being a real man. People are passing by here, as I sit here on Södermalm, on a bench in the sun. I am sorry, and most of all, I am still a creep. But I do not want to be a creep, and I do not want to feel sorry for myself. But I am afraid, that my life not will become a success, or maybe it will, someday, even if it as of today, is feeling impossible. The people that are passing by here, by the bench in the sun, this afternoon in Stockholm, they are nearly all of them, young and drunk, just as we were. But for now, I am mostly middle aged and weak. I have not had her, the girl, who is staggering by. But he might have had her, and if that was the case, it probably felt good for the guy. However if I would have talked to you, I think you would have said, take care of yourself, try to stop smoke, and exercise a little, you fool. Why do you feel so sorry for yourself Robert, and why do you not start to work again? Yes why, but I remember your blond hair, and how it was flowing by the wind, and I remember your beautiful dress, I think it was purple or blue. But it is over twentyfive years since now, and where we had been, I do not remember. But I do remember, that I just some half a year later, loved you, more than I believed it was possible, that anyone could love someone. And I remember your blond hair, and how it was flowing by the wind, and me, I was just young, probably drunk, and stupid as a young man mostly are. Today I am 48, and I have a daughter of 24, with another woman than you, they both live in another town, some 50 miles from here, when I write this. Yes I remember your dress, it was flapping by the wind, and I was just young and stupid. But your lips were red, and you smiled. Your dress was flapping in the wind, and as I remember that it ripped apart. Why that happened, I do not remember, and I do not remember, if we not were alone, or just the two of us. Yes I loved you, more than I thought possible, to love anyone, I really loved you my friend. It is many a year since then, but I hope, that you have it going today. Yes, the summer shall be, a time for love, and a time for happiness. Yes, summer and spring, warm winds, and happiness, then you should be, young and in love. But I am still afraid today, just as I was then. But I remember you with warmth my friend. What you do today, I do not know. But I remember your blue dress, if it really was blue, or was it purple? I remember your blond hair, and how it flowed in the wind, and how your dress, was ripped apart. My dreams of love with you, they stayed as just beautiful dreams. It would be to late today, and I do not think, I feel the same. But I remember your dress, I remember your blond hair, and I remember my feelings, even if the feelings, that I have now, not are the same as then. If I would have talked to you today, I think you would have said, you that have both work, friends, maybe a family, children, and a life. Do not feel, such a pity for your Robert, cheer up and be a man. If it was that simple, why is not everything love for everyone now, in the world? If it had been that simple, why do not all humans love one another now? No it is not as simple as that, but I remember your dress, and how it flapped in the breeze. I remember your blond hair, and that I probably was in love. I do not know what you do today, but I think it is to late. Yes today it probably is too late, but I remember you, as you were my friend. But what is good in my life now? I am going away, for some days soon, to a worn out relative, with two families, two works, and dozens of people who want his hand onto something, every day. Maybe he not actually, even wants to see me. But he is just human, as most of us, but I have bought a new pair of shoes. I am grateful for that, and for my new pair of shoes. Yes, but I am glad, that I can see him anyway, and I am glad, for my new pair of shoes. End