by Charles Goetz Religious art inevitably cues reflection about the indispensability of art itself in our humanity. Almost everything we do, in common with all other living creatures, is connected to survival: acquisition of food, clothing, shelter. Our animal brethren don't usually have to worry about clothing, but you get the point. Even our games, be they on a playground or in a stadium, because of their competitive, win/lose nature, are rehearsals for the survival struggle. And the estate as surely as the one-bedroom apartment is simply a version of the cave in which our ancestors took their first shelter. We're pretty sophisticated about getting our food but eventually it's all about some sort of hunting and grazing, isn't it? Only when we turn our attention to creating and/or appreciating art do we lay aside what we have in common with everything else that walks, creeps, flies, slithers or swims, and enter into a unique exercise that, for the most part, our fellow...