This is how a road gets made.

This is How a Road Gets Made
Somebody walked on a virgin land
Someone else saw their tracks
And followed them, leaving a path 

It seemed as though I were
looking down the hill when I first saw it
But as I walked on, I realized I was going up
Somebody whistled behind
and turning round, they seemed far below

Then I came to where there had been a fire
and was shaded from the sun by the trees
Figure of eight, it's our year, it always was

Credentials:
Made of earth
Drinks water
Breathes air
Makes fire

 - Duran Duran

Stap jij op de paden van anderen? Zie je ze, ook al zijn ze misschien nog tastend of aarzelend? Durf je zonder te vragen te volgen? Te vaak willen we zekerheid, we willen eerst weten waarom, we stellen kritische vragen. We waarderen de scherpe kritiek meer dan de voorzichtige stap. 

Is de twijfelende mens eigenlijk niet veel sterker dan degene met krachtige tred?