Everyone is wrong about Israel and Palestine
You've got more important crusades to deal with: your spiritual own
Script from a vivid dream:
Open on a man packing up his office. Short sleeve work shirt, tie, dress pants, cheap gold watch. He’s putting trophies and papers into a cardboard box, pinned beneath it is a manila envelope on which is written: LETTER OF RESIGNATION. Next to it are flight tickets. The man picks them up and leaves.
CUT TO over the shoulder shot of the man seated on a plane, economy class.
CUT TO CLOSEUP of a long line of men in a field, all dressed for work and modern jobs. Our man joins the line. They pick up planks, some strap on swords.
The men are happily singing songs.
They march, then charge across this field, arrows raining down on them, joyfully unafraid.
They throw their planks up against a brick wall. Some climb, while others run up and over.
We never see the defenders, but up on the wall a flag is hoisted. All cheer.
PULL BACK to reveal a castle besieged by thousands of salarymen.
SUPER: Let the quest begin.