What Does it Mean to Belong?

How do we get back to where we came from?

Hilma af Klimt, Alterpiece No. 1, Greeting Cards available at Guggenheim

I didn’t think much about religion growing up. Or, more precisely, I thought about it as a no-fly zone for my mom, the third rail—she grew up Catholic and felt stung, to put it lightly, by the church. We attended Jewish services sporadically (in a Methodist church), but that felt li…