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Imagine knowing nothing about religion, and happening upon Jerusalem. Apart from the obvious military presence, it all looks fairly normal until once through one of the ancient gates and into the narrow streets of the old city, you find men wearing a variety of hats, swaying rhythmically back and forth, practically battering their heads on an ancient wall which contains slips of paper prayers in every crack, whilst muttering words of the book each clutches in his hand - and to the right, a separate section of the wall cordoned off and designated for women only. Suddenly you hear someone wailing through a loudspeaker, and in a magnificent building topped by a golden dome, you see shoeless men wearing little caps on their heads, lying flat on their faces on the floor, and again, a separate section designated for women. Down the road you encounter a procession bearing a big wooden cross, and following it you enter a building where people with beads in hand weep profusely whilst fondling and kissing a slab of stone. These same people queue to enter a large construction that is reputed to contain an ancient tomb (although you're told that said tomb is claimed by others to have been situated elsewhere), and then after climbing stairs you witness them, one by one, kneeling on the floor, bowing their heads under a cloth covered table and stretching their hands out awkwardly to feel into the depths of a hole.
And the whole place is separated by barriers guarded by armed soldiers. You make enquiries and are told that you have witnessed all of these people venerating the same God - the one that, because their books each contain different information, none of which is supported by any evidence, but nevertheless claim to contain this God's word and therefore the 'truth' - disagree over. And there you are, in the 21st century, transported instantly back to the lunacy of the Dark Ages. You'd have to question the sense in it, wouldn't you? I do.