Before there was Herzl, before there was a flag or a national anthem, there was a boy thrown into a pit by his brothers for daring to dream. And he was hated not because he was weak -- but because he had the audacity to imagine power. Because he spoke of sheaves bowing to him, of stars bending in his direction. Because in a world of exile and servitude, he refused to see himself as a victim. That's what got him thrown into the pit. That's what got him sold to the empire. But that's also what put him in a position to save his people.