When you drive towards a tunnel entrance, you don't see very far into the tunnel. Nevertheless, I am amazed at the composure with which one nevertheless drives into this dark hole, always - apparently - in the certainty that there is another end at which one will drive out again. Where does this certainty come from? Not from the visible or seeing, at any rate. Because the vast majority of tunnels are not so short that you can see the exit before you enter, and if you do, you can at most see that the road or the tracks continue, but not whether there is actually an opening there. It is obviously a basic trust, perhaps because one simply believes the masses who also drive in there and of course also the experience gained. And yet... so many say: I only believe what I see. But they would hardly hesitate to drive into the tunnel even though they can't see the exit. What is it like for you to have to see and believe?
I wish you an extraordinary day!
