What is art, really?  Is it in the maker or the perceiver.  Perhaps it's in all of us, a part of all of us.  But what is distint about it?  What is art's story, art's character? Does it have borders, definitions?  Does it live up to its expectations? What does its counterculture say about it?  How does art fit into society, and why is that important?  Could the world survive without art?    Aaron Holloman once said that art is the essence of culture, the thing that divides the Art-nut who starves himself in order to grasp some something from the third world man who is literally starving and finds his life's meaning in working and putting food on the table for his family.    Do we expect something from art that it cannot produce...because, maybe, art is more a reflection than an actual substance.  Does art have characteristics or predictable natures?  Is it cutting edge or enduring?  What does art have to do with beauty?