If I had a religion, it might be a simple call to remind oneself that humans are apes, and to do this all the day long. Forget a call to prayer five times a day, this religion demands we never exceed an hour without remembering that humans are apes. 
I look out at the world before me, and see that the apes have organized sound into communication, fashioned solid homes out of Earth, made clothes out of plants, and have mined Earth for petroleum, plasticized it, and woven it into chairs to sit on for rest. 
The apes are magicians. 
And which ape plasticizes its own petroleum into a chair for its own rest? None. The apes rarely do anything for themselves. The apes make eyeglasses in order to see the World more clearly. But how many apes craft their own eyeglasses? None. For which ape can craft its own frame, and glass, and science, to pull off this task? Not one among them has this power. 
The apes have a sense of community and harmony to make the ants blush.